I am not really me in this dream. I live in a realm where it is totally accepted that after death there is an afterlife; another plane of existence. Only instead of angels or demons, it's just a Lych-esque fuck-with-your-head fest, though moderately better or worse for people depending upon how much they have their shit together in this realm, or more like how they look at things. Also unlike traditional notions of the afterlife, it is only temporary. One lives another life there, and then dies for real.
Anyways, Me that's not really me must protect some woman through her entire life, from childhood to old age. It is a dream that feels like it is a really long time. She never knows who I am, but the second realm is constantly trying to take her. She has multiple grisly accidents. I come across her after many of these accidents. The only one I can remember occurs when she is an old lady and falls face first into the edge of a bathtub. The physics are not really accurate. It's more like her head has been cracked on a street curb. But the accidents are always like that. She shouldn't survive, I'm always a little too late, but there's always another one coming on the horizon. At the very end I'm rushing to the hotel room where I am too late to stop the bloody bathroom fall from happening, and I am somehow transported to this second realm. There are a couple of young and cheerful looking people who are management there. Turns out they have been wanting her because they feel she has a great deal of potential as a re-educator in the second realm. Scary, but weirdly not scary. Apparently there is some kind of structure there. This is a really comforting revelation in the dream. And the woman I protect will have a better life there than she has now. Regardless, the dream ends with me hoping she dies in her sleep. She's been through enough.
