[ WP ] [ IP ] When we die , we do not go to Heaven or Hell . Our souls become extras in other people 's dreams , living through whatever their unconscious minds come up with .

The chair under me is uncomfortable, but there's not much I can do about it. The balcony off which I'm staring faces a brilliantly blue sunset. I like it when they think up of weird stuff. It's very boring, most times. At least it's not a nightmare. 
 
 He wanders into view in the street beneath me. I'm not going to pay him much heed. The person sitting next to me, a rather frantic young lady who was killed in a drunk driving car crash, leaps to her feet and leans over the railing. `` *Help! *'' She screams. `` Help!'' 
 
 I barely have time to begin to sigh before he's gone. He probably wo n't remember this. I have begun to think the dreamless nights were endless bouts of this. A shame, though. At least *I* get to remember the blue sunset. For a few centuries, at least. 
 

