somewhere to go

Date: 11/25/2021

I had a dream I could go to the afterlife, but I could only go three times a month. On the other days, I was warped back to the place I came from. It began with my friend and I (I forgot which friend) in a really dark, eerie, abusive home. There was someone there who was threatening to kill us, and was actively trying to kill us too. It was impossible to leave the house, as there was no entrance or exit. I don’t remember the exact details, but long story short, we managed to get rid of the person threatening us. We might’ve killed them, we might’ve just trapped them somewhere in the house… who knows? Anyway, my friend told me that she knew a way for us to escape it all and live in the afterlife, where we would never be abused ever again… so I followed her lead. We ended up doing this weird ritual thing that involved cutting our hands and drinking our own blood, and to my surprise, we teleported to the afterlife. The sky was the literal color white, and I saw so many friends and family there. I remember feeling overwhelmed with joy that I was no longer in that dark house of fear/dread. That joy was shattered when my friend and I suddenly teleported back to the house. It was an accident. We were panicking then, wondering what went wrong. The thing we used to cut our hands with was lost somewhere, so we desperately began to bite off bits of our hands to drink more blood. Then, we went back to the afterlife. When my friend and I returned, we were warned by someone to be careful with how many times we warped back and forth, because we could only go to the afterlife three times a month. I was shocked and confused. Terrified, even. I didn’t want to have to go back to that house. I wondered if only dead people could stay in the afterlife for as long as they wanted to, and that’s why we weren’t allowed to go all the time. Whatever. I don’t remember much else.