Another reeeally short chapter today. I tried to make an afterlife description as much abstract as I could, you may find some parts confusing(hopefully not). Thanks for reading!

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I'm having a weird dream. In this dream I’m falling endlessly through eternity. I’m falling not down, but in all directions at the same time. My mind is a blank space. My mind is a mirage. I am calm. I am complete.

I feel a stream. How long has it been there? This stream is sewed out of whirlwinds of light, dust and steamy secrets. It glitters as thousands of colors dance and burn so proudly and shamelessly. They tickle my senses and I laugh like a child. I like them and try to reach. The stream stirs calmly across the horizon. It's sough is my lullaby. I tremble like flickering candle.

An eternity goes by like a jest. Now I know that the stream is a bully. He won’t let me ride his waves, neither would he push me away. He just won’t bother with me. I know why, though. I do not belong. Have I ever belonged? The sense of urgency starts to grow in my flames. I start to spin to shake it off, but it grows sharper and bites me harder as I struggle. Does it want us to be friends that much? I don’t mind. I don’t m………I do……m………..

I stopped to fall a while ago. My environment also changed. It’s warm here and I feel dull pulsations that won’t stop. Somehow I feel like a tape struck in a player, I want to keep going but can’t budge no matter what. That irritates me and I start kicking. Huh? Do I even have legs? Something is terribly wrong here. My thoughts started to become more discreet lately. I think I might not be dreaming any more. If I’m not dreaming then am I….being? That shouldn’t be possible. What 's going on? What was going on? What is going to happen? I don't know.

I’m not conscious all the time, mind you. Sometimes I wake up for bare moments, sometimes for longer. With my consciousness come back emotions, most of them unwanted. While dreaming for so long I forgot what does it mean to feel. I’m naked before my emotions. Small glimpse of fear feels like a worst nightmare. One single doubt becomes a biggest dilemma. One regret shakes all my being in a cry of remorse. But there is a good side too. When things get ugly something appears to calm me down. I don’t know how I can tell, but it cares for me. I feel a promise of love when it pressures me so slightly. Its muffled murmurs are like rays of hope. I could get used to it.

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As time goes by I learn to control my emotions. Thinking in a straight line is easier now. An idea concerning my current condition came to me. I think I was given a chance to reevaluate my past life before I can go further and join the stream, next time for real. I failed to find one single ally during my life, no wonder the stream alienated himself from me. I would not trust some random sociopath too. What else? Oh, being a little bit more selfish should be fine. Also, I wish I could defend myself, my life was taken way too easily. Does the stream hate weaklings? No, that’s not the case. That life feels so distant and meaningless.

As thoughts traverse my mind something changes in my environment again. The change is so sudden and drastic, it catches me off guard. Am I going back dreaming? Good job, me, it’s time to take a nap. I try to relax as it gets tight. Something pushes me hard. Hay, try to be gentle, I’m trying to sleep here! Things get from bad to worse fast and I start to panic. Cold winds lash my skin. The light I see is so sharp that my eyes hurt. I cry in displeasure.

“Waaah…Whaaahwaaa…W…” Huh? I can see? Is that my voice? What is going on here?

I try to concentrate on my surroundings but what I see is a blur of lights and shadows. I’m being held by someone huge.

“#*$^% (#)@ $(&^% )()#*.” This figure has spoken to me. Shall I respond?

“Whaaah….whah….whhaa.” I tried to voice my objections, but piercing cry is all I could manage. The figure wrapped me in a thick, soft blanket and passed me over to another person. Shocking realization already formed in the back of my mind, but I still found it hard to believe. In my past life kids used to discuss various reincarnation stories, but I discarded them as useless and did not pay attention. Such an arrogant, ignorant fool I was, right? I shell keep my mind open from now on.

When I looked at person that held me I could swear I know her. She is my promise of love. She is my saving straw. I started to purr when she kissed me so gently. "I'll be in your care from now on" - was my last thought before I fell asleep.