D R E A M S

I live in a world where we all enter it first by dying. The logistics are foggy, but people spend an inordinate amount of time in public watery spaces. Particularly, I was in an office building that was flooded. A fully grown, middle-aged man gestates from somewhere in the water and I don't know if I'm officially some sort of mid-wife, but the man appears from the murky depths spouting not gibberish, as one might expect from one newly-alive, but just sort of talking animatedly about how he's just died. He and I begin playing in the water, which I'm feeling is a dying rite-of-passage, a sort of way to familiarize oneself with life. We play tag, do acrobatic underwater stunts, it gets mildly erotic, but perhaps only for me. His family is there, as well. His son (how he has a son before even existing, I don't know) is rambunctious and even on land does lots of acrobatics. He does somersault after somersault down corridors and even masters somersaults while sitting in a school desk.

I wish I can remember more of this dream because it was pretty fascinating. The subject line of this post is a play on the phrase, "I wasn't born yesterday." In this world, again, the act of birth is called dying. People are born at a predetermined age. They are born with knowledge and the ability to talk. I got the sense that reincarnation was a given and people were automatically aware of their previous life, perhaps that's why a family was already in place for this newly-alive man. I don't say "newly dead," because although the people of this world call the act of birth "dying," they don't call the state of living "death." OK, anybody want to make some guesses on what the hell this one means?

Brian posted at 7:36 AM.