Accepting Death

NOTE: I left out some important details on purpose. People don't really need to know my personal life. Wow, that probably sounds really rude; I don't mean it that way!

As I fell asleep last night, I worried about life after death; I believe that all humans ponder on this topic. Some even fear it; the only problem is not that I don't want to die, it is that I didn't know what would happen to me in death at the time. As I wondered about life beyond the physical, my eyelids fell and the room darkened - Then, in a flash of light, I was seeing beyond the Earth. I was looking into the crystal ball that was my mind.

I was older, around the age of 28. I had lightly tanned flesh that blended in with the palette of Arizona. My dreadlocks were dark, thick and long, both my ears pierced and stretched with the addition of a plug. I had both arms tattooed with tribal-like designs. When I walked to get the mail from my mail box I found an invitation to a formal dinner party inspired by the works of Nikola Tesla. So I got on my best suit and drove to the Superstitious Mountains to get to this restaurant. When I had got there, many rich people wearing exquisite tailor-made apparel where there: Men with gelled hair and black suits, along with a woman who wore sparkling silver and red dresses that curved at the hips. Her ears had dangling black earings that shown under the eye tinted dark blue, with her hair-up to get it out of the way. The men with gelled hair wasn't as exciting, as they only wore their aforementioned black suites with short hair and perfumed linen, as only the richest were invited.

I was the only one with dreadlocks.

The entrance of the restaurant was an old gold prospecting cave, and had a sign with an instructional guide to the tour. The people around me were talking to each other until a man came to let us in the real beauty for the cave was too smooth and gray. The whole room was carved out of the cave itself. The entrance to this room had a bridge and floor made from glass that led to a square platform placed in the middle of the room. this platform then sprawled out into a museum full of Nikola Tesla's inventions. Under and around this platform was an aquatic displayed of blue lotus, koi fish, lilies and the water was a deep-sea green. The platform held cast-iron dining tables, and hidden among this was a black box. In it, was some of the most finest gemstone specimens in existence. I admired an orange stone that looked like a lone light in the fog.

Upon further investigation, I came across a "Crystallized Dinosaur Bone," as the label read. "Whoa!" I said, and looked towards a woman taking a seat beside me, "That's real dinosaur bone?"

"Yes, it is. A fine specimen, is it not?" Said the woman; she had a European accent.

The dinosaur bone turned into a tiny octopus that was tinted orange. It opened the latch on the box holding it in, and traveled over to a woman's plate of caviar; albeit, it was not fried squid as expected. It was a live octopus: the mother of the dinosaur-bone-baby octopus. Soon, his brother came, too. As did my mother, my little sister Kennedy and my brother Blaine. "What're you guys doing here?" I asked.

Suddenly, Kennedy smashed and killed the Dragon Bone spirit's brother as he was crawling on a metal post, and I freaked out. Thinking that all was lost, that we'd never see him again: what if? What if? But... wait! The smashed remains started inching towards its mother like a worm, and then he returned to his place of birth. "Is he going to be OK?" I asked.

"He'll be fine!" Said the dinosaur-bone-octopus-spirit, "He'll be reincarnated again; he'll be fine!"
The once dead octopus was reborn from his mother's womb and looked as he did at the start of his introduction. "I'm OK!" he said, in a shrill voice. No soon after that, the party was over, for I had to reside in the physical realm once again.