Eating pancakes when I'm dead. (dream)

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DREAM

My best friend and I both die in a hotel, but it takes me a while to figure it out. I'm in an elevator. There was an accident in the elevator shaft. But when that settles down, I go to the ground floor, and no one seems to be able to tell that I'm there. I get out, and people still can't tell I'm there. They can't tell that my friend is there either. 

We're approached by another pair of friends: two black men who are strangers to us. They let us know that all four of us are dead. 

We go out into the world, and there are no other dead people like us. It's kind of unnerving. Where could they all be? 

Then someone alive sorta kinda seems to notice us. He sort of seems to be able to "smell" that we're there, but we stay just outside of his reach. He's spooked, and must sense we're following him at a distance, because sets up a Native American ritual of some kind, and we run away, because we know that might pull us into some kind of zone where we can both interact with each other. Who knows what might happen then?

We eat a breakfast of pancakes and French toast. Then we hop a ride in an empty taxi. I ask my friend if he'd like to go to Australia since we don't have to eat. He gets very uncomfortable and says, "no." I'm under the impression that it would be uncomfortable for him to go. I'm surprised, since I think we probably have a lot of time to kill. 

INTERPRETATION

The fact that we couldn't see any other dead people kind of reminds me of a pet theory I like to consider about aliens: they're there, they're just using some kind of technology to isolate us and hide everything from us.