One of those strange bluish beings grabbed my mouth with his hand and pinched, forcing my jaws to open. I could hold my breath no longer. My body forced itself to breath, but there was nothing but water. As I gulped in my last watery breath, another one of the beings forces what looked like a golf ball sized opal into my mouth.
I’m dying. I thought you were supposed to see your loved ones who had already passed to welcome you to heaven. All I got was mermaids stuffing jewels into my mouth.
But that wasn’t the worst part. The golf ball seemed to explode in my mouth. I felt the most massive pain that you can imagine. Blinding pain. Burning Pain. Life ending Pain. There are not adequate words to describe this level of pain.
That’s when I knew I had reached an endpoint. I was dying.
My next realization was that I was puking my guts out. There were people holding me as I hurled into a campfire. Burning vomit doesn’t smell very good. As I gathered my wits I looked around. I seemed to be inside a Tee Pee. I convulsed with another wave of nausea and vomited yet again. It felt like I must have puked up my liver. Surely there was nothing left in my body to vomit up, yet still more came up.
There were a couple of people kind of holding me up. I looked around. There were quite a few people staring at me. One old old man was seated on some sort of animal hide covered chair. His piercing blue eyes seemed to look right into my soul.
“Welcome to my shelter”, he said very formally as he held his hand out towards me.
“Thank you”, I said.
“Where am I”, I asked. You can join Unsolved Mysteries and post your own mysteries or
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