Happy Panic Productions

deathdream

I was working in a government building downtown. This guy very quietly took me and another employee hostage and led us into one of the highly secure inner chambers. He was trying to get control of an atomic bomb. The other emplyee refused to enter the code so he was shot and killed. Then the building's security system kicked in, and the room was filled with poison gas. I died.

My spirit walked out of the building, where all these First Responders were scrambling around, not knowing precisely what the situation was. I saw my wife standing next to Wade and Rachel. It occurred to me that I should let them know that my spirit was with them, so I went right up to them and whispered my name. The freaked out, and Wade reached out and grabbed hold of me! It was just as if I were an invisible man -- I wasn't expecting to still have a corporeal form, and it freaked me out, so I was trying to fight Wade off, but he was freaked out because he didn't know what was going on or what he had got a hold of.

I managed to get out of his graps and run away. I ducked into a gorcery store, and I was trying desperately not to touch anybody in the crowded aisles. At one point a man suddenly reached for apple sauce cups on a shelf behind me, and I had to climb up the shelf to get out of his way. I finally found a quiet corner by the magazines and wine, and it gave me a chance to think. I decided I should go and visit everyone I knew, and let them know I was okay.

It was night, and I was in a big house belonging to Mike. He was sitting alone on a couch in the front room, reading in silence with just a single lamp above his head. I walked into the room behind him, and I deliberately let one floorboard creak. He looked up sharply, and immediately somehow he sensed it was me, and a smile spread across his face.

I'm downtown again. Now I'm investigating the crime that caused my death. Somehow, while exploring the government building in the middle of the night, I uncover the plot and who was behind it. With a sense of purpose, I go to the lobby and exit the building, but as I go through the revolving door, night turns to day... it is now 30 minutes before my being taken hostage. I spot the would-be bomb-jacker and knock him unconscious on the street. I go to the entrance of the building, and Wade, Rachel, and my wife are standing there, as if waiting for me.