SILVER DREAM,GOLDEN SMILE
WHAT HAPPENS WHEN WE DIE
SILVER DREAM GOLDEN SMILE
BY: ventura rodrigues alves
What happens when we die ?
Death is the eternal emptiness of the body. That we know, we can
never replace with nothing. This means that there’s nothing in our
body after we die, just an empty body — no afterlife remaining from
our past life. Our soul does not stay in our body after we die. Unless
we could prove that there’s no complete death. However, If we don’t
have a full consciousness of life or death, we could end up living in a
state where both states are accepted. Or we wait for human
evolution to develop enough intelligence to solve this problem?
I will tell you my story. This is a short story about my first
experience with life and death. She came to me for the first in my
life. The sensation of death, without being expected. Maybe Because
I never did much think about the issue myself, all the years I lived
before that precise day of that summer. It all happened like a silver
dream in an endless night’s sleep. I must have taken something by
mistake from my wife’s pharmacy.I thought . Because it was the last
thing I remember. Before I awoke three days later, in our bedroom
wondering about what had happened.I remember wakening that
afternoon as if I was coming out of a very dark place . Maybe a
tunnel . Because I saw light from very far . Like i was slowly
approaching a place, with its light increasing .
It was our bedroom, and that light I saw crescent was the light of
the sun. Exactly like it’s written in books about people who came
out from life-after-death experiences. And wrote about it .I could
recognize it by the way the sunlight looked in our room.it made me
relax and feel a variety of sensations in my body and mind. Like
serenity, or serendipity maybe. Tranquility, and security.
All these words and feelings i knew are common to these same
books of experiences of life after death returning .
Experiences that Someone wrote about. And everybody has
probably read them at some point in time.I knew I was in our room
alone .however, without the knowledge of what really happened .but
still, I knew that i was in our room. My favorite place in our house,
so I felt good. And worm. I felt, so warm covered with my blanket
and that a feeling of integration with the cosmos itself, invaded my
soul . I had a sensation that i belong to that place. So I thought that
wanted to be myself again.i wanted to get off the bed and go back to
the things I always do.
It was afternoon. i am sure ot it, i could tell ,by the clarity of the
light in our room , and the way shadows moved on our bedroom
wall. it felt so good.I remember that after my awake. So i wonder in
the sunlight inside the room for a while, i realize that i was at the
home of course and that was for sure.in mine and my wife’s
bedroom. However, I had in my second mind something telling me
that i had been out for a long time . Something was coming out of
my self-consciousness. A mix of ideas.
I also felt like i haven’t eaten for days .I was starving .I got up and i
walked towards the bedroom door.I got out and i went slowly true
the hall to the kitchen door. And i went inside the kitchen.The clock
on the kitchen wall marked three o’clock in the afternoon. And i saw
Tuesday fifteen of August on the calendar, three days later than
when i last recall to be awake, or perhaps falling asleep. You see.i
wasn’t very sure.
My wife and i ,we were living in an apartment by these days. Where
there was an entry hall with a connection to the kitchen and another
one to our bedroom .I notice there was nobody home that day. Or at
that precise hour in time and by the lights and shadows inside our
house, yes.it looked like it was early afternoon. Maybe two or three
o’clock in the afternoon.I felt kind of weird, so I looked again at the
clock we have in the kitchen wall ,to be sure.My wife wasn’t home,
so where was she ? the clock-marked tree.
I had never died before and come back from the dead after . So I felt
important for coming out of this underworld ,this realm of the dead
. To tell my story, my experience. The story of a dead told by himself
. Like in the book of Alexander Dumas, where the dead guy had
twenty-four hours after his death to tell his own story, confess his
crimes or his innocence.
Anyway. Where had I been for the last three days was still a
mystery. However, i needed and wanted someone there to give me
attention i needed my wife there at that moment, but there was
nobody home anyway. Only silence and the afternoon sunlight .
Finally, my will and intention turned to finding someone, maybe a
neighbor, and telling them about my death experience. Or life
experience, Or sleep experience. Or whatever had happened to me
that day that summer.
Tell them about My three days of silver dreamin’ in a subconscious
place where I was left with nothing or nobody just minutes ago.
It was finally scaring me a little. I confess that at this point I got a
little scared. After such a long night of sleep, finally the vision of the
sun. Which made me happy of being alive.
It was sunny and warm. So i felt good. Anyway.
So please, let’s move forward in this story.
I also felt comfortable with my resurrection. i thought i had been
dead and resurrected from the dead. It felt good to be alive again. So
I was very happy to be alive. And at the same time, I felt also lucky
for this second chance to live. I knew that something didn’t want me
to be dead, you see. And that gave me comfort.
There was a dish with food on the kitchen table. Like if someone
had left it there on purpose for me. And As if that person .
Whosoever he or she was, must have guessed that I was coming
back to life any moment that day. And also that I must be very
hungry. I thought it was O.K.
A few minutes later, I saw my wife entering the kitchen door . I saw
her blue eyes gloaming and her golden blond hair mixed with the
house’s afternoon sunlight. She smiled at me. A golden smile. So i
felt like i was seeing an apparition of an angel. Maybe sent by god
himself to tell me the reason I died for. And was now in heaven.
However, that same angel soon brought me down to reality. Yes,
She had come to tell me the truth, after all . The very truth of what
really happened there. And the question here i had been for the last
three days was about to be revealed. Finally.
She acted like she knew all . And why was I there, and what
happened. And it made me relax.
You toke pills by mistake . You see. She uttered, smiling.I must have
misplaced the sleeping pills last week when i toke one myself. Fool.
But don’t worry, it was only sleeping pills. If you know what I am
saying. Once against i felt a mix of sensations. Among them luck.I
felt lucky for being alive.
And then she continued. Did you eat,i left food on the table. You
were Asleep for three days now.
The furniture, the kitchen, and our photos in their frames .
Everything looked as if time had stopped . And at that point i
realized that i missed my wife so much. And I felt very happy for
being with her again .
To end this story, I can assure you. That There were no wings in my
back when I left that subconscious sleeping . So i kept that feeling
also as proof that I was still alive.
THE END