Last night, I’m pretty sure I died.
Yea, I didn’t fall asleep… I died and in the morning I woke up like I was asleep, but I had died. I know it.
Shut the fuck up.
No, no, no. I did, I remember experiencing it, not dreaming anything but experiencing it, like right now. The exact same feeling as experiencing now, but I experienced death.
What was it like?
It… I was experiencing nothing. Not black, don’t think I just floated around black. Black is black, not nothing. I was something in nothing, like at the start of the universe… or maybe at the end.
What are you talking about? Fucking dying. You’re full of shit. Just shut up and go back to work.
No. This is important. After death, there is nothing. I saw that last night.
You didn’t fucking die. You don’t wake up when you die. Your dead and that’s it. So shut the fuck up. You just dreamt it. Alright!
Fine… Shit. Sorry.
Look, I just don’t like you talking about that kind of crap. It freaks me out… I mean, if there isn’t a Heaven or a Hell then what’s the point of living… right? I mean… I mean what would it matter if I just threw you off the side of this building? If I just killed you? What would it matter? … I mean… There must be something.
Yeah, you’re probably right. I just dreamt it. Let’s get back to work.