Welcome to Limbo Academy (the dead kind)

Well, people. I’ve seen it. I’ve seen Limbo. It is not the cold dreary afterlife of children that others thought it was. Nor is it the big limbo line in the sky. No…Limbo is…

An academy.

I dreamt that i had died in a bombing incident near a local park. Unfortunately, i didn’t realize my own death until i saw it in the papers. At that time, I was sent to Limbo Academy. Here, I would work off my debt to the pre-life by taking over the bodies of humans and completing certain objectives. It was quite like a police academy…I think. Anyway, I started going on missions and, after a while, I got quite used to it. Sure Limbo looked a lot like hell, but it felt much more…safe. I felt like part of a family (a family of two: Me and my teacher). Ah yes, my teacher was a 70 year old woman. Strong-minded and spirited, she always knew what to do. At times, I impressed her, while at others, I pissed her off. But all in all, she was great.

my overall experience in this crazy dream was simple, yet complex. I felt sad that I had died (when i woke up), though, I soon thought to myself:

Heck, I’d die again if i had to.

Limbo Academy really showed me life through a whole new view. It was also really fun (though quite disturbing at times; there was one mission in which i had to play a prank on my mother…after my death of course). So yes, my friends, if ever you go lucid, take a trip to Limbo Acadey. It’s one “hell” of a trip.

Well, i’m glad your dream made your day…

Sometimes we can benefit in our daily lives from inspirational dreams. I am glad that you have.