Chuck E Cheese

I wonder how it will be if the afterlife really is just like one big mind waking up from a dream. Some supremely complex dream where each of the infinite fractions of your conciousness had a turn as protagonist... maybe even rocks and comets get a say.... and to realize that each thing you hated, and each person you pretended didn't exist because their every word and action seemed an affront to creation, was actually you all along. Rapists and their victims reconciling what they did to themselves... Jews and Gentiles, lambs and lions and all that.  And I don't know if it will outweigh the nausea from all the misguided self-serving, but a salve, or the hope in pandora's box so to speak, might be realizing your loves - the ones you knew before the dream lost its sheen, its new-car-smell, its ability to surprise and strike awe, the ones that made you feel you'd been holding your breath for years until you held them close and inhaled at last, deep and quenching - are also inseparable from you, with all their impossible goodness.