The Gap

I am in a very dark mall. There is an open space in the center, like a courtyard area. I see a beam of light shooting upwards, turning darker purple as it ascends. When it reaches about three-fourths of the way up, it explodes into swirls of light in a way that reminds me of particle patterns from the Large Hadron Collider. There is a gap, and then the beam of light continues upwards, bright white, and again turning purple.

My mother is with me, and we somehow figure out the mathematical midpoint for this gap: The number 90. I see it represented by a ruler, which is interrupted after the number 89 with a bolt, and then continuing with the number 91. I remember thinking that the gap is the Bardo. I think, “After life, there is jut more life, and everyone wants to get into the space in between so they don’t have to deal with the mess of it.”