Half man, half woman

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I was dead.
And I was in this large auditorium with other people who'd died, sitting beside Raed. It was cold, and dark, and we were all tired. Raed (a boy that I was good friends with in gradeschool. we drifted apart in highschool and he recently died at age 17) and I and a few other people shared a blanket to cover ourselves up. We tried to stay awake.
There were thousands and thousands of people, but in front of us there wasn't a stage, instead there was a dais and it rose up to a throne, and there was what looked to be a man with long whitish blonde hair sitting on it. His face looked youthful, but he was timeless. It was impossible to tell his age.
There was a screen behind him, and on it would flash paintings of people's lives.
When a painting came on, he would call the person forward from the audience, and they would sit in empty seats below him, facing the others . These were people he wasn't pleased with, who didn't complete what they were supposed to do on earth. Eventually he flashed my painting, and it was basically showing the lands of the earth, totally barren. Total chaos. Something had wiped out everything and every sign of life. There was only mud and ruins, no grass, nothing.
He was very disappointed with me, and he called me forward so I went and stood in front of him. I was defiant, but my head was bowed, the hairs on the back of my neck prickling. All I could think was how I was going to escape from this place.
He said a bunch of things to me, ridiculing me in front of everyone, it felt like he was my enemy and was evil... but good at the same time, I was very drawn to him.
After he had finished, I was crying, and he said to me "I forgive you, you may go now... but first I want you to help me to ____"
And that was the name of a room, I don't know what it was called. Throne room maybe.
Then that was when I noticed that he wasn't like any other person there, In fact he was kind of split in two.
There was a female half of him which looked normal, and then it morphed into a male side.
Everything on the male side was put on backwards. His leg was backwards so he couldn't walk normally.
I went to take him from his female side and he wondered if I was scared of his male side, so to prove I wasn't I took his male side instead, wrapping my arm around him and helping him to his feet.
Then we had to go up steps, lots and lots of steps where there were cockroaches and frogs and it took forever.
Then into this hallway, and we were being led by an old woman, and eventually we came to a room, with a tunnel thing and on each side of it stairs, leading up to a sign on each side, written on what looked to be paper.
We went up the side closest to him, and it was a document of his life, and he read it out loud.
Then we went up the other one, and it was of my life, and he started to read it. He spoke of my life up to my eleventh year, of my parents, of my family, it read a lot like the bible. Then he stopped, and took a chalkboard eraser, and erased half of it quickly, almost angrily. Then he started talking about how I was his sister in death, but also his lover, and I said to him that in life I'd had a brother as well but he hated me.
And he to me while glaring, "I'd have hated you too." It seemed as if I had done something terrible in life.
And then I woke up.


And even now when I think about it, I'm so drawn to that man... or whatever he was. I miss him.

What an odd dream. Does anyone have any input?