An inevitable death

Today I dreamed something rlly strange. I was at my grandparents' house, immersed in a sadness so profound that I could feel it even while sleeping. Someone had died, & in their room, only their memories remained. Even though I didn't rlly know who it was, their loss hurt me deeply.

I decided to talk to an old man in another room (funnily enough, he was the only person in the house I didn't know). He told me that if I wanted to reunite with the person who had passed away, I had to go to the other side of his bedroom wall. However, he warned me to be careful bc anyone who went there without dying had to find the person they were looking for before the stone man caught them. (At this point, it might sound confusing, but it felt like a metaphor for the "afterlife." The 1 I wasn't supposed to encounter was actually Death itself; since I wasn't dead, if he found me, it would be over for me).

Despite the warnings, I decided to go. I passed through a first location that looked like a reception area lol, but far from conventional. It was absolutely massive & contained all the memories of my life: the books I've read were scattered everywhere, the clothes I've worn were in closets, the toys I played with as a kid, my photos... everything was there. I seemed to be talking to someone, telling them that everything belonged to me, but the strange thing was that nobody was there. This reception area was, in fact, the room of the deceased person I was looking for.

When I left that place, I found myslf on the rooftop of a tall stone building, & when I looked back, the room was gone. I asked around again, & this time there actually was someone. In front of me stood 2 men who literally looked like they were made of rock, they wore gray & red robes & looked like devils. One of them told me I had to turn back, while the other said that if I wanted to see the deceased, I had to look for him in my memories. However, he noted that since memories are public, they were shared with other people. (Here's what I understood during the dream: when u do something with someone u love a lot, like going out to eat or to the movies, the memory is saved in ur mind, but the other person lived that experience too, so the memory is shared).

Continuing with the dream, I decided to look for the deceased person. The stone men warned me that I had to find him before they caught me, giving me a head start to run. At this point, u might wonder what it was like to search through my memories, & even more, how to avoid getting caught. Well, leaving the rooftop, there was something like the entrance to a drainage pipe, & I had to jump into it to go from memory to memory. In each 1, there was another pipe, bigger or smaller depending on where it was.

When I entered, the search began. I didn't know where to go, but every time I went down, it felt like Alice in Wonderland. There were loud memories, quieter ones, people I had already forgotten (I mean this literally, I didn't remember them until I dreamed of them today), & places I had been to... In these memories, there was also a guy whom I seemed to love rlly much. Every time I got close to him, he treated me with affection & vice versa. I thought maybe he was someone from my past whom I forgot over the years. (Another detail: when I entered the memories, I could literally interact with them & them with me, bc the memory was shared with that person).

At 1 point, I forgot I was there to look for the deceased lolll bc I was so comfortable talking to this guy. Then, all of a sudden, he started getting scared & yelling at me that I had to run bc the rock men were falling from the sky (They were entering memory). It seemed like he knew what I was doing there, even though I never told him directly. I remember being terrified, so I jumped off a bridge bc the entrance to the next memory was in the lake. As I was falling, many doors opened up on either side of me, also containing memories. In 1 of them, I could see the man who was trying to catch me staring straight at me, but his look was more of worry than the anger he had at first.

When I entered the last pipe, I was in an incredibly beautiful town square where I knew everyone, & everyone greeted me with so much happiness & affection. There was no sign of the rock men, but I didn't see the nice guy from the previous memories either. There was music & people were dancing; it was undoubtedly a wonderful place. But suddenly, I saw the door that would make my dream not only stranger, but deeply sad. Just as I was about to enter this giant door, a girl told me that if I went inside, I could find the deceased, but I would be miserable. "I don't care," I said, bc the rock men had already arrived at this memory & I had to be quick.

When I walked in, I saw the guy from before, except this time I couldn't interact, & everything felt detached from me, it was like watching a movie. This guy was in his room, the 1 at my grandparents' house, & he seemed terribly sad. His eyes were sorrowful, & a vibe of sadness emanated from him that u could feel from miles away. I wanted to ask him what was wrong, but I couldn't enter the memory; I could only watch.

It felt like time in that room passed rlly slowly, yet went too fast at the same time. "What's wrong?" my dream-self asked him within the memory, & curiously, I didn't remember that situation. The guy didn't answer,  It's more, not a sound came from his room, and i couldn't see a thing... In a moment the seasons changed, & he stayed inside... When I realized it, the stone men were watching the memory right along with me, though I hadn't noticed them before. I paid them no attention, & they didn't seem to pay attention to me either...

Suddenly, I saw myslf entering the room again, but this time something different happened. I couldn't see inside; I could only see the door & my silhouette standing next to it. Then, out of nowhere, I heard a horrible scream. It was me. The deceased person I was looking for, & whom I cared for so deeply, was that guy. He had committed suicide.

I think that was when my dream-self connected all the dots & began to remember. She screamed & cried so much that the "me" in the memory & the "me" in my dream merged into 1, & now I could finally move within the memory.

After that, I remember feeling a pain in my chest, & I'm sure I was crying in real life while sleeping, haha. But anyway, in the end, the stone men let me go to the other side of the wall where I came from, bc despite everything, I had found the deceased before they found me.

I have a theory that the message of my dream was to make my dream-self remember what I didn't want to remember. & since the boy's death was a suicide, even if I changed things inside the memory, I wouldn't have been able to prevent his death in the future.

Anyway, it was an inevitable death, haha. But I suffered a lot bc I don't usually remember my dreams in such detail, let alone get so deeply into them as to feel sadness even while awake...

It seems like too fantastic a dream to be true, but believe me, I dreamt that bro.

Maybe nobody will read this, but I want to write this dream down before I forget it sort of like leaving a record of what I saw & felt inside it.