Dream Journal
A small group of people was floating below the surface of the ocean in a small bay. One man was holding a clipboard and kept asking where, exactly, we were. One lady to my left kept answering his question by saying we were in the middle of the ocean.
The man had once owned a building just on shore, but the building was now quite run down.
One of the other women was wearing a long and brightly colored fleece hat that resembled fleece dread locks. The dreads were swept over one shoulder. She was floating below the surface of the water with the rest of us when a strong force pulled her backwards.
She continued to pick up speed. Faster and faster, she was finally pulled into what looked like a seaweed-covered hill. As she went in, she screamed. I had a deep sensation that what she had gone into was similar to hell.
She was passed through some sort of tunnel and came out into brighter water. There were people dressed in a brilliant white awaiting her arrival. I knew that their people were angels, and the place was like heaven.
Themes: End of the World