DREAM: Dying in Dreams

I am at Silver Creek Falls State Park...only it is inside the EMU, by all the ramps on the east side...my father has committed a crime...or is going insane...or both. He is supposed to be arrested for a crime he committed....perhaps his crime is his insanity. I take it upon my responsibility to arrest him...even though i am a civilian...not a officer of the law. In trying to capture him we throw eachother all over the park...building....ramps....area. We fly through the air....in the nature of Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon. In fact we have a fight with staffs...Bo's...if you will. I grab his ears and slam his head into the ground....blood gets all over the place. We fight some more....until I grab a clear pint glass...empty...and throw it at his face. It shatters sending shards of broken glass all over...bloodying his face. He is now arrested....he shakes my hand....the broken glass imbedded in his hands cuts my hand. I am arrested for assault with a deadly weapon...taking the law into my own hands....something....somehow....I am charged with a crime...sent to prison...given the death penalty....by lethal injection. As I lay on the bed...my final bed....the needle goes into my arm...the pain tickles....aches....hurts...pierces. I feel the drugs surge up into my body....coursing through me...to my toes...my fingers...my arms...my chest....until it reached my head. Things get hazy bizarre wavey...High. Capital "H" My bed turns into blue water, with the consistancy of lava....wavey....bubbley. It bubbles up and around me....as the drugs kick in, I sink into the bed.... I am dying. I know that once the blue engulfs me I will be dead. Blue bubbles pop over my eyes...my legs and arms are now engulfed in blue...my torso sinks into the blue....the end is near....finally all that is...is blue...my head has sunk beneath the blue. I have died...I know it....there is no doubt in my mind. But death is not what I thought....it is an extension of life....with a lack of clarity. All I see looks different....what is it....how is it different. Then it hits me. Everything has lost color....it is not black in white....but rather sketchy....like with colored pencils....it is sandy....like little dots of color with white space inbetween the dots....i have fallen into a anitmated world where everyone is the same....but they lack texture....dimension....reality. I drive around....in a video game like simulation....on a sled that moves forward, to the side, and up....though I travel in no particular direction....but I do know that I am running from something....are the officers now after me. Did I commit a crime again...how could I....I am dead...obviously.....everything is unreal....sketchy....sandy....grainy....dimensionless. I find my way to a restaurant....situated inside the trunk of a tree....I go downstairs....my wifes family is there....the reject me....tell me that I do not deserve to dine with them....that I am no longer a part of their family....I run away weeping...sobbing....bawling...knowing that there is nothing I can do...because I am dead. I am dead to the world....dead to them....unimportant....just a sketch...dimensionless. Dead....Dimensionless.