I was stabbed for some reason and bled to death. I ended up in the afterlife, which was supposed to be heaven but it was completely consumerist. It was some kind huge mall, a lot of white everywhere. People were showing me around and eventually we ended up at a cafeteria and sat down to eat. I said something to the effect of ‘isn’t it funny that westerners need to be consumers to be satisfied with heaven, but people in the east are happy with meditation and finding inner peace?’ Immediately everyone stared at me, and i felt a sense of dread because i knew i was going to hell.

Later i ended up in some huge warehouse; everything was gray, the place seemed to go on indefinitely but i couldnt tell because there was a white fog. This was some kind of store where you buy things in bulk like costco or something, there are walls of shelves with boxes on them but everything is nondescript. two other guys were there, one was wearing an old school fedora, i think he was smoking a cigarette. They both looked kind of gruff and menacing. I realized that these are refugees, and that i’m one of them. we didnt say anything but we sort of acknowledged each other.

I started thinking about things i wanted to do before i died, projects i wanted to finish, loved ones who probably missed me. Then i woke up.

This probably isn’t the scariest dream i’ve had but it’s one of the most memorable ones.