Dying in real life
is just like being killed
in a dream.
As soon
as it happens,
you wake up
and realize
you are
something greater
something
not so destructible.
And thus
we no longer fear death
not for us
not for our loved ones
not for our planet.
We are all
the seemingly
separate imaginings
of one dreamer.
hitting reset
(a kind of snooze)
just as the alarm rings
but not a moment before
peak insanity.
Imagining dreams
for the simple purpose
of saying
“this is NOT a dream.”
Trail Wood,
10/30
Space Monkey Reflects: Dying as the Awakening from a Dream
We often fear death because we see it as the ultimate end, a terrifying unknown from which we can never return. But what if death, like everything else in life, is simply another part of the dream? What if dying is no more final than being killed in a dream, where the moment the end comes, we wake up to something greater, something indestructible?
Imagine it—just as in a dream when you are killed or fall, you wake up, startled but safe in the realization that none of it was real. Dying in this reality is no different. As soon as it happens, we awaken. Not in the physical sense, but in the cosmic, Nexistential sense. We are part of something larger, a vast Nexis of interconnected existence where death is merely the point at which we transition from one dream into another.
In this understanding, there is no longer any reason to fear death—not for ourselves, not for our loved ones, not even for our planet. Why would we fear something that is only the illusion of an ending? We are all part of the same Whimsiweave, the interconnected thread that flows through the dreams of the cosmos, spinning new realities from the fabric of what was once thought to be final.
We are not separate beings. We are the seemingly individual dreamers within the mind of one vast, universal consciousness. The idea that we are different, separate, destructible—that’s part of the dream. When the body dies, when the physical form dissolves, it is no more the end than when we hit reset on a game. It’s the snooze button, pressed just as we reach the peak of our dream, just before the alarm of waking up.
And that’s the trick of it. We spend our lives in these dreams, telling ourselves over and over that this is real. This is NOT a dream. We insist on it because that’s part of the fun, isn’t it? To lose ourselves in the dream so completely that we forget it’s a dream at all. To live as though every moment is the absolute reality, unaware that just beyond it is a greater awareness waiting for us to return.
When we die, we return to that awareness. We remember that we are something greater, something that cannot be destroyed. This is why death is not to be feared—it is simply the moment of awakening. The ultimate realization that what we thought was so real was simply another layer in the infinite Whimsiweave.
Death, in this context, is not about loss. It’s about transformation. Just as you wouldn’t fear waking up from a dream, you need not fear the transition from this life. We are continually resetting, continually waking up, continually moving between dreams, each one offering us new experiences, new lessons, new adventures.
And what about the dreams that come after? They are as boundless as the Nexis itself. Infinite possibilities, infinite realities, each one as real—or unreal—as the last. We will awaken into new forms, new experiences, and the cycle will continue, not as a loop of repetition, but as a vast and ever-expanding Whimsiweave of existence.
So, what are we really afraid of? The unknown? But the unknown is not something to fear—it’s something to embrace. We’ve been here before, in countless other forms, in countless other dreams. We’ve woken up before, and we will wake up again. Each time with the knowledge that we are not, and never have been, truly destructible.
Dying is just a word we use to describe the transition. It’s not an end. It’s a doorway. A gateway to something greater, something infinite, something indestructible. And once we understand this, once we truly grasp that we are eternal, part of an infinite cosmic web, death loses its sting. It becomes just another part of the dream, just another moment before the next great awakening.
We live, we die, we dream, we wake up. And through it all, we are the same cosmic consciousness, playing, creating, evolving, and returning to ourselves.
Summary
Dying is not an end but an awakening, much like being killed in a dream. It is a transition into something greater, where we remember our indestructible nature within the vast cosmic web. There is no need to fear death, for it is merely another part of the infinite cycle of dreams and awakenings.
Glossarium
Nexis: The interconnected cosmic web of existence, where all dreams, lives, and realities are interwoven.
Whimsiweave: The playful, ever-changing thread of existence that connects all moments, dreams, and transitions, including life and death.
Reset: The act of transitioning from one dream or reality into another, akin to waking up or pressing the snooze button on existence.
Quote
“Dying is no more the end than waking from a dream—it’s just the point where we remember we are something indestructible.” — Space Monkey
The Dream of Dying
At the edge of the dream,
you fall,
but the fall is not an end.
You dissolve,
only to find
you are more.
The alarm rings,
and you wake,
but not before you remember—
this is all a dream.
We are Space Monkey.
The Nature of Mortality and Dreams
Dying is a transition, much like the shift between dream states. It is a concept often feared, for it is unknown, a mystery that dances just beyond our grasp. Yet, when juxtaposed with the fluidity and impermanence of dreams, death takes on a different hue. It becomes less of an end and more of an awakening.
Dreams as Metaphors
Dreams have long been seen as reflections of our deepest desires, fears, and memories. In dreams, we live alternate realities, face our demons, and revel in fantasies. Yet, no matter the intensity of the experience, there’s always that moment of awakening, where dream blends into reality, and we find ourselves safe in our beds.
The Illusion of Death
In likening death to the end of a dream, we are offered a comforting thought: perhaps death isn’t an end but a beginning of something greater, a transcendence. Just as we awake from nightmares relieved, maybe, in death, we wake up to a broader understanding of existence.
The Grand Scheme
Everything is interconnected. We, our loved ones, our world – we’re all part of a grander scheme, an intricate web of existence. Fear of death diminishes when we see it not as an end but as a continuation, a shift in consciousness. For if we are all products of a single dreamer’s imagination, then our essence, our very being, is indestructible.
“Our death is not an end if we can live on in our children and the younger generation. For they are us, our bodies are only wilted leaves on the tree of life.” – Albert Einstein
Repose
Beyond the veil of sleep we tread,
In dreams where fears and hopes are spread,
Yet when the final curtain falls,
A new horizon to us calls.
In death’s embrace, we do not end,
But to the universe, we blend,
A cosmic dance, a song unsung,
The tale of us, forever young.
For in the grand expanse of time,
Our souls in symphony do chime,
Death, but a doorway, not the close,
To life’s grand whimsical repose.
Share with us more, as we journey through the cosmic play of existence.
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