The afterlife was an office setting

Date: 5/2/2021

It started off with me experiencing my last day alive. I think I might've been a child again somehow, but I was playing with my friend Callie at a park with a bunch of other people. It was sunset, and we were playing with a kick ball I think. It was fun! After that was over, I awoke in an office type setting. There was a long front desk in front of me with a man and a woman sitting at either side, as far apart as possible. I went up to the man because his station was where I needed to be first and he seemed like he wasn't very nice. At least he came across that way, but I think he was just blunt. He checked my bag thoroughly because for some reason I still had my purse backpack with me and it was filled with more stuff than I ever carry. Some of my favorite books and manga were in there, as well as some smaller more trivial things. After that I had to put it through a metal detector and it went off so he checked it again, having trouble with all the compartments. After he was done I struggled to get everything back in order so I could zip it up. I had way too many things. I remember saying out loud that I was glad there wasn't a line behind me otherwise I'd be freaking out. After that I think I saw the lady for some paperwork. I can't remember if I actually filled anything out, but when I was done I went back to the man and walked through what was now in between their desks, standing between them and looking at the man with a smile. "I'm back," I told him, and with that we moved on to the next phase. He took me back to a large round table among two others and sat with me. He handed me what was like a year book but was from my last day alive. I started flipping through it and saw pictures of all my friends (which were either blurry or bad shots) and laughed at one taken while my friend had been yawning. I mentioned that it was too bad for those I left behind to have such crappy pictures of my last day, but the man didn't say anything to that. After looking through all the pictures of us playing ball I made it to the end where a few people had written stuff at the bottom of the page. I don't remember the first one, but the second one was from Callie and said "I wish you were still alive :(" Under that was one that was mostly cut off so I couldn't see the name, but it said something like "I wish this were real, yeehaw!" So I don't know what that was, maybe my subconscious. After that I started tearing up because I had to leave them, but after looking at the last comment, for some reason I thought that the person who wrote it was already dead. Thinking about that got me thinking about my grandma, Mim, who died when I was young. I quickly turned to the man and asked him if it was hard to find someone who had already died. He didn't seem to know the answer himself so he pressed a button to ask for the lady's help. A red light started flashing and blaring, but when we looked over we saw a long line outside the desks and he struggled to get the button to turn off. He had to walk over to her and apologize and turn it off. He told her I was in the middle of my recovery/yearbook therapy (I can't remember the exact word used before therapy) and wanted to know about finding someone who was already dead. She shook her head and said it was taboo. My heart dropped. He came back to sit down and I started freaking out a bit. I told him it wasn't fair, and he said that's just how it was in July. "Wait, July?" I asked, hoping that meant what I thought it implied. He told me that this month it was taboo, but other months could be okay. It seemed it really depended on the month though. Then he said something weird. "Sometimes a warthog comes around and gives me a massage. If you see one tell him he's not who you're looking for," he continued on, basically telling me if I recited what he said then I'd get to see a loved one who had passed before me. I quickly scrambled to write that down, but couldn't find my pen. I realized quickly that he had it. "Do you still have my pen?" I asked. He clicked his tongue and gave it back. "So you were just gonna watch me look for it?" I laughed a little as I asked that, before promptly writing down what I could remember of his instructions. I asked him "the warthog won't eat me right?" And he said no. After that I remember asking him, "can you die a second time?" And he was perplexed by the question. He said you couldn't, I said "good, I didn't want it to be like you die a second time and just disappear forever." And he seemed amused by the idea, saying something like "what, is the second time for sport?" Or something. I don't remember anything after that. I had this whole dream in only 8 minutes in between alarm snoozes.