When I hung myself, I saw a light as I hung. I had a dream:

When I hung myself, I saw a light as I hung.  I had a dream:

In the dream while the nurses at the hospital all gathered round, I sauntered from a light place to a very dark place.  I stood before two turn stiles with a halogen light affixed at the top of the turn stiles on a black, wrought - iron fence that stretched as high as I could see and as long into pitch black darkness as I could see in both directions: to the right  and to the left of me.

As I stood at the two turn stiles, the turn stile on the right resembled a typical, New York City, style turn stile and the turn stile on the left was taller resembling a meat grinder of sorts.

As I was trying to determine my options and / or bearings in my dream, a midget or dwarf emerged from the darkness at my right into the halogen lit entry way of the turn stiles.  The midget wore a red and black, plaid, lumber jack shirt with black suspenders affixed to blue, denim jeans and brandished a chain saw.

The midget began to chase me around in front of the turn stiles, seemingly to me to force me through the turn stile on the left.  The turn stiles began to whirr in motion.  Suddenly, some flesh of some sort (as best as I could tell in the dream) passed through the turn stile on the left and was sliced into billions of little bits into the abyss on the other side with no hope of return, or, so it seemed in the dream.

I dodged the midget with the chainsaw, who, when I dodged him and walked out the way I had come into the foreboding turn stiles from a lit world, went back into a corner of the darkness: presumably to await another meanderer in the world of dreams.