Thunderbolts

I'm dreaming.
I've been searching
The landscape is this:
everything white, but the air is a brilliant white blue.
There are two monstourous white doors one in front of the other
congruent
20 feet apart
The atmosphere is strange.
heavy.
forboding.
eerie.
They stand omniously.
I walk past the first.
Suddenly my soul feels like it is being torn away from my body
I'm almost consious now,
I fight it. My blood is boiling hot and running up through my head
my mind is hazy. It feels like I'm crossing over
into a new dimension parallel to this one. The land between the lving, and the dead.
My soul still hangs in the balance,
I feel I am going to die.
Eventually
I slowly slip back into
the land mines of sleep.
I think I'm dead,
until I wake up the next morning with everybone in my body aching
and a thin
film of sweat covering my every inch.
I shudder
shake
and fall back to sleep.
You get used to it.
Eventually.