at least it was me this time.
I was ringing ppl at a whole foods just outside in a fictitious city (LA- like, large ominously tall buildings). sunny day , everything happy. and the whole day goes by , all throughout which there is a warning of a massive thunderstorm coming our way announced on the store speakers. at the end of my shift I count out. as I head outside, I wait at a crosswalk at a light, about to cross a large 5+ lanes freeway on ramp. as i wait over the course of 1 light, the sunny day suddenly turns very gloomy, and dark. the rain clouds overtake the sky. it pours. Lightning violently strikes and destroys trees and mailboxes just ahead, the wind carrying with it newspapers and flower pots into the air. the streets are eerily empty of people. lightning everywhere. an elderly couple in cardboard/beer-6-pack-packaging armor join me at the light. i turn and ask 'where are you going?"
the old man grins and nods in the direction of the smokin' mailboxes. "home".
"huh? you're going toward that?"
he smiles , "you cant be afraid, life, is a curious adventure."
The 2 of them cross and disappear into the haze of the rain. I give an awkward tilt of my head , trying to figure out what he meant. taking a deep breath i run across the street, i make it to the curb and the ground shakes me off my feet. the thunder and lighting around me is striking so close, hard and fast, the ground shakes fiercely.
i roll off my back onto my stomach , stand up and then run further in while half-ducking. suddenly i feel something "grand" around me, my neck and wrists feel liberated. I had been struck by lighting. for a moment i feel the incredible freedom of knowing everything in the universe, as if i had connected to the Source of creation. I felt an infinite peace. Light is everywhere. the lightning travels through my head and out my limbs, melting a retail pull-down metal door, and creating a crater around my body. after a second of disorientation, i continue to run in the same direction. I make it about 10 more feet , when everything fades into white...
i come to as a 1950's black teenage guy, accompanied by 3 girls, in a house that has been converted into a hair salon/bakery. i stand there blankly staring at a wall, thinking about the fact that i just died in my "daydream"...
