We were in a car driving to someplace, and my MIL gets a call from my mother.
Within seconds of answering the call, my MIL’s face darkens.
I grab the phone and I hear my mom repeat”I just wanted to tell you that we’ve both died, about five minutes ago ”
I gasp “Oh no!”
No other thoughts enter my head.
I want to cry, but confusion overwhelms sorrow, and I’m desperate to make sense.
Multiple streams of thought collide creating an incoherent jangle of noises.
“But of you’re… de….How are you calling now?”
“I asked God one last favour before crossing over”
“B-but why didn’t you call me instead ?”
Somehow it hurts me more that she didn’t call me on her last wish.
At that point, I woke up, sad and confused, realising that it was a dream.
Not satisfied with the lack of answer,I try to go back to sleep immediately.
I have a weird ability. If i sleep quickly enough, my dream will continue from where it left off, like the next episode of a daily soap opera.
“I didn’t call you because it would destroy your belief system”
She said”I know you’re an atheist, and if I called you, then you would have to believe”
I said”But I told you I was an atheist”
“Well now now you are not”she said before I woke up again, avd the horrible dream never returned.
The point of the story had nothing to do with my religious beliefs (I’m not an atheist by the way), but with the solutions the brain comes up with to it’s own absurd problems.A confused mind gets unconfused very fast. Making sense with any available information.
Making up a narrative no matter how ridiculous, but satisfying the mind.
That’s all that happened here.