It's Raining

The other night I had a dream in which I died. Now, I did not just die, but I died for true love, which is very much unlike me. The afterlife was kind of like a Terry Gilliam film (specifically Brazil) in the sense that it was kind of fucked up, but kind of neat. The first thing I did upon dying was take a hot shower. Then I got to pick out some clothes for placement. When I asked if I might be placed in hell or some sort of eternal damnation they all giggled and said, "Don't be silly, there's no such place here." The company in the afterlife were all a fun bunch, the head greeter fella was kind of effeminate and wore lederhosen. There were also these two older ladies with fancy costume jewelery and purple hair, they were so kind. However, before I was assignment my placement I woke up and was really freaked out. It was almost as scary as the time I dreamed that I was the new Messiah.
Now, I'm not the kind of person who wants life after death, but this version of the afterlife presented to me in my dream seems like an acceptable alternative.


I guess these would be a few songs to sum up my dream:
True Love Waits-Radiohead
Knockin' on Heaven's Door-Bob Dylan
Rockaway-Jackie-o Motherfucker
Videotape-Radiohead
Motion Picture Soundtrack-Radiohead
Prayer of Death-Entrance
Stephanie Says-The Velvet Underground
I'm Only Sleeping-The Beatles