Death is birth in disguise.

Date: 12/6/2018

There was a giant spaceship. It was slim in length but large in width. Like a pancake, a deformed little pancake. Something happened to that spaceship. Something scratched the surface of the spaceship detrimentally damaging it and as a defense mechanisms it shot out explosions in every direction. It destroyed everything around it including me. I was dust floating in space but I still had some sense of self and then all of the sudden my body started to reform and I was a physical human being again. The ship showed mercy I guess by turning back time and allowing me to live again. This happened twice. When it exploded I remember being thrown around by the forces around me. I was wearing a hoodie and covered my face with the hoodie out of fear until I was dust. The strange thing about this whole thing was, I was much larger than the ship. The ship was floating in space but space was limited to a room and I was standing in that room. There was another woman in the room that I only remember a glimpse of. She is a white woman with glasses and ruffled hair. She looks the way a peculiar drama teacher would look, the type that does yoga and rarely wears shoes. I bring up drama because every time I see her, she is standing on the far left end of a stage behind thick red curtains. My perspective is behind the curtain with her, close to her on her left side. She is impacted by the ships explosions is put back together like a doll as well. This is strange to me because we are in two very different positions in this reality. I am simply standing in the universe where this all occurs and she is behind the scenes maybe even pulling the strings of reality yet we both come to the same end and beginning. The same death and rebirth.