I had a very strange dream a few days ago. I can't describe the specifics, but I'll try to explain what I remember.
I was with a few friends. Suddenly, we were all attached to eggs. They were like spirit animals or something. We were waiting for the eggs to hatch, and caring for them like children. Their health was our health, and their birth was to represent our birth.
Out of nowhere, my egg was run over by a car. I remember having the feeling of "It's all over." I was dying at the same time as I was gaining consciousness of dreaming. I was upset that my life was ending yet again in my dream. But something hit me, and it hit me in my dream: I realized my body was still physically there. I was not attached to the egg as I thought. I thought when the egg died, I died. But I was alive. I let out a heavy, long breath and woke up.
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