I had a strange dream last night, about the life after death.
Some of it my subconciousness probably stole from Alice Sebold's Lovely Bones ...
So I was dead and the life after it involved going to some sort of heaven which simply resembled my ideal place of living (Tasmania in my case).
The other thing about it was that people lived in sort of groups with their friends living next to them (no matter where they orignally came from, the closer they were to your hear the closer they lived).
I discussed with the friend that picked me up what would happen if someone hada stalker, and hated them, what would happen then, and apparently the stalker would think he would live really close to his object of obsession, whereas the stalked would not be aware of that.
I have to admit, I like that idea.
2:57 p.m. - 2004-03-15
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