Somnium Exertus The home of my 365 day metaproject.

I think that dreams are very much like The Matrix, they seem to change themselves to try to add depth with a disregard for continuity. In my dream, a friend of mine was lying on the floor of some building unconcious, a small crowd gathered around him. The police officer nonchalantly called him in as dead, at which point my friend sprung to life and looked for support. Apparently he OD'd on some mystery drug, but afterward there was mention of a bicycle crash involved too, yet there was no bike to be seen. My friend went from being afraid to die to being jolly upon remembering good moments in life. The cop tried to get him to sit still, as apparently there was still a strong concern that death was imminent.