I Died On the Operating Table Last Night

I Died On the Operating Table Last Night

I was being wheeled into the operating room. The hospital staff were running along side the gurney. I had sustained a massive injury to my head and I was unconscious, probably in a coma. Somehow I was still hyperaware of everything that was going on around me and I knew that I could heal myself at any time, get up, and walk out of the hospital. For some reason I decided not to.

The doctors seemed confused and weren’t sure how to help me. Despite all the running around and general pandemonium, I died on the operating table. I floated above myself and saw that the top of my skull had been sawed off leaving my brain exposed. The doctors didn’t try any heroics to try to save me. They seemed shocked that I had lived at all.

My family arrived at the hospital. My Mom knew that I could heal myself if I wanted to come back to life. She also knew that I could hear what she was saying. She told me to wake up but I decided not to. My body was wheeled down to the morgue for an autopsy. Just before the autopsy was about to begin, the pathologist left the room. I got up and walked out of the room. I was ‘officially’ dead even though my body was missing. This was a way for me to start over; go out into the world; to rebuild my identity. I knew that this time I would do things differently. I wanted to lead a simple life and do simple things.

I can’t remember the events that directly led up to the injury. The last thing I remember was sitting in a conference room with people I’ve worked with in the past. The best of the people I’ve worked with. I saw them as if I was looking through someone else’s eyes. It was a strange experience. Maybe it was not even real and was only a hallucination. A dream within a dream.

The dream is almost exactly like an episode of Heroes. The cheerleader dies and gets up from the autopsy table when the doctor removes a tree branch from her brain. In another episode, the cheerleader’s head is sawed off by the bad guy. He was extracting powers from her brain. In both cases she could not be killed because she had this amazing ability to heal. I'm thinking that would be a good super power to have.  This dream was mostly about the cheerleader and my family.

“Save the cheerleader, save the world.”