Vivid dream two...

(from this point my dreams gets fuzzy, I dunno if I dreamt it like I remember, or maybe I remember just a little)

. . . Covered by darkness and moisten soil I star to despair. (at this point of the dream it all got really strange, surreal would be the word, but it's redundant though). I started crawling through the ground, trying to find my way out. At some point I managed to do it, and jumped out of the grave. I jumped so hard that I was suddenly flying farther and farther from the ground... tiny people, tiny house, clouds, and suddenly: the stars.

Up there in the stars I was all alone and scared. I wasn't able to stop myself until I found something up there, and took it. It was the jar filled with my wife tears, her memories of me, she cried my away in my funeral. When I had the jar in my hand I felt terribly thirsty and angry, so I took the jar and drank the whole thing. The tears calmed my thirst but I was still angry... I was beginning to remember something (dunno why).

A striking sensation of pain and nausea overwhelm me. The tears are making me sleepy, my body is starting to feel weak, and I fall.

( and guess what??? I fall and I fall and I fall... and I woke up in my bed, hehehehehe, awful ending for this very strange dream. I lost lots of details am sure... but I'd like to think that I can't remember them now, then it was not meant for them to be written)