He was hanging on the edge of the mountain peak. An eagle with flappy ears was standing at the very tip. It leaped around and perched on a stone just above him. It was leaping and perching, leaping and perching. Finally, it perched just over his head and its butthole was hanging just over him. He was terrified this bird would soon shit on him. He zoomed into its butthole which had feathers around it. He feared for his life and had to make a choice: either get shit on by this inappropriate bird or let go and die off the mountain.
He looked down and there was a sea of clouds. He rapidly looked back up at the eagle, down, up again. Somehow he decided it’s better to just let go. He did and fell into the white.
A power came over him. A voice of honor and strength began to narrate like he was getting initiated into something. As the man spoke, time moved fast and slow and it was all white. It was… fun for him. There was no fear.
Finally, he dropped through the bed of clouds and in mid-air he spread his arms with belly up, knowing very well how this would end. Still, there was no fear. He was in control, and not really. He smacked on to the earth and felt no pain.
There was a crowd nearby. A lady rushed toward him and checked his vitals. She rushed away for help. Or something. He leaned forward and saw his body. Blood was emerging and bones were looking jagged. He laid back down. A child was sitting next to him playing calmly.