I think i died in my sleep last night; twice. I went to heaven, the second time around the black record keeping guy in the lobby (yeah there was no gate, just looked like a hotel lobby with people waiting in line) said “weren’t you here before?” And I said yes. He put me on some elevator to talk to God and I couldn’t make out his face but he basically told me to take responsibility for my life so the entire day has been really freaky because I don’t know if it was a dream or if I actually died and God was like, nahh ‘you’e not suppose to be here’
Woah cray cray