I opened it up and the first line that sent a visceral reaction in the dream me was: “I am dead. I believe in life.”

The surprise-ending this morning was quite vivid: without going over the whole dream: at the end, there was a little pile of business cards on a table set outside of a store in the middle of the night.

I picked one up, expecting it to be a business card, but it was far fancier than any business card I’d ever seen.

It was black, folded, with white lace on the front of it, surrounding raised black letters that said:

“In Memoriam”

I picked it up and handled it. I could feel the lace. It had sparkles on it. Ran my hand over the raised letters. I remember being surprised that it wasn’t a business card.

I opened it up and the first line that sent a visceral reaction in the dream me was:

“I am dead. I believe in life.”

I felt a complicated series of emotions, imagining the guy who had died and why he felt it was so important to tell the world of his belief in life, how significant that was to me, and wondered about his relationship to the store owner, who I never saw or met, a store I never went into, and why this was so critical for him to share with the world.

As I doubled over in emotion, I woke up. That’s when i started my dream analysis and remembered the peanuts, conversations about death I had the night before, and started tying it together quickly before it faded.

But the experience within the dream was as real as the waking world, even more so.

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