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A blinding white light comes towards me, then everything is black.

"He stumbled into faith and thought, 'God, this is all there is.' The pictures in his mind arose and began to breathe. And all the gods in all the worlds began colliding on a backdrop of blue."

That's where the dream normally ends. Tonight, it didn't end there.

There's a boy, a few years older than me, talking to an older man. They look familiar, but I can't place my finger on who they are. At first, I can't hear what they're saying.

And then, it becomes clear…

"Dad…" the younger one says. "I don't get it! Where am I? What's going on?"

The father sighs and puts his hand on the son's shoulder. The son's eyes grow wide as his father says, "Oh, Rudolph… You've died."

The boy gasps. I do, too, as I wake up abruptly, realizing what I'd just dreamed.