I had a dream last night that I had died while dreaming. Then nothingness, Okuku [total blankness]. It was all over, no points of return feasible or imaginable. However, when I woke up this morning, and found that I was still alive, fresh and sexy [Gbogborogbo!], I almost went unconscious with the shock of surprise. The unconsciousness that one recovers from I have tasted endlessly and it can be pleasant but not the one which felt permanent as in my dream; sleep, ethanol induction, general anaesthetic and over-high fevers I have all woken up from but it seemed impossible for me to do in this dream. I have never been knocked out in all my many fights, I am no longer a youth.
Maybe my wakening is the harvest from many years ago of reciting Psalm 3 constantly in which verse 5 states “I lie down and sleep; I wake again, because the Lord sustains me.” Never underestimate the “Words” chanted continuously within the collective unconscious of mankind, their octaves might have something inexorable in them. It seemed the Lord had let me die in the dream as a discursive experience but He kept me alive in life.
Taking stock, my experience has indicated more time for sexual activity, new works, good food, strong drink, funny friends, great books, exciting travels, amusing conversation, making babies, cool relaxation, satisfying music, cooking delicacies, new places, writing petitions, crafting pieces, singing songs, inner development and a whole lot more. Akpovwerenor! Good is the life enjoyed for the tongue that has tasted death without being consumed by it wants to live the enjoyable… as if forever. After death, its totally finished in ways we concretely know it and there is no hindsight to it.
I am usually invariably rational, occasionally tediously so because how impersonal I can run my conversations or do my things, but right now at worst I am being non-rational. Perhaps, no solid conclusions but no fallacies either. Some things are easy to understand but very difficult to explian, this is one of them. It might be easier to thoroughly appreciate my story when you become totally dead or comatose in your dreams or have a near death experience in this life. Please do not look forward to the experience; fears and fixations on mortality can be habit forming I heard, and can somehow close to the real thing. Alternatively, you can read Psalms for knowledge, fun, curiosity, experimentation, box-ticking, daring, hope or even piety. Enjoy, most appropriately!