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I was killed and I was at peace

I was with someone. I don’t know who. I just knew they were Muslim (don’t ask me how, I just knew). He was ordering me around. I think I had a crayon in my hand and he kept telling me not to move it. I got tired of it, so I took the hand that he had a gun in and pointed it to my temple, and I said “I’m tired of your shit. I’m going to move it, so you might as well shoo-“. I didn’t even get to finish. I heard an explosion. It was all very vivid. The feeling of blood gushing. I could feel it coming from everywhere: my eyes, my nose, my mouth; and as I fell down in like a corkscrew motion so that I landed face up, all I could think was “WHAT THE F*CK! HE ACTUALLY SHOT ME!”, which turned to: “Oh wow. He actually killed me…. At least I got what I wanted”. As I coughed in my final death throes, and feeling my spirit being pulled, I thought “At least now I’ll know what all the fuss about the afterlife is about.” And I was at peace… Then I woke up and felt bad about not being dead, hahaha.

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