nightmare

Last night I dreamed that I was dead, and in the dream I was fully aware that I was dreaming. For me, I was in the afterlife. It started with a Harry Potter–style test: we had to choose between going left to become part of the magical police, or going right to study. I went left, but the rooms kept changing even while we were inside them. After finishing a whole path like that, I arrived in a room where I found peace. Little by little, I lay down and started floating, and I felt myself falling asleep. I got scared and asked my guide if I was finally going to wake up from the dream. She said yes, and suddenly I was in a sort of hospital room (still in the dream). They questioned me. I thought I was in Heaven, but no — I was in Hell. They put a machine on my finger that was supposed to electrocute me if I lied, but that was fake; they just wanted to scare me. Then I was sitting at a table with a demon, I think, and I had to make choices: conform to the world, or think for myself. I think I succeeded, because after that I finally woke up.

PS: I was on painkillers plus Xanax so don't mix meds even if you'e allow to