i didnt feel any stress and all the subconscious worries that are innate to being a physical creature were gone. then i, or my soul, started to float upwards, giving me this feeling of pure love, i thought i was going to heaven. next thing i knew i was looking at a mirror and i saw my dead body, with my empty eyes and the empty dark hole where i got shot. after that i was bowing before who i knew to be jesus, but who was clearly appeared to be the devil, just like the picture ive attached. this pristine white hallway in which the mirror and "jesus" were it continued, but i never got to see what was out there.
i know enough about dream interpretation to tell that this was definitely an archetypal dream, but it was so long ago that its profound meaning is probably useless to me now.