The Mysterious Death of H.G. Wells

The Mysterious Death of H.G. Wells


I had another very unusual dream this morning. This one had some new and exciting aspects to it that I've never experienced before. In my dream I am the famous science fiction author, H.G. Wells. It is 13 August 1946 at the moment of his death.  Wells and I are one being, and we have been dead for some hours and are just now realizing that we have died. Wells and I are trying to come to terms with what has happened. Our death was sudden and unexpected. H.G. being the curious mind that he was has decided to play detective and investigate his own death!


In our dream Wells is examing the scene looking for clues. Obviously, we are out of body. In fact our physical body has been removed. We presume it has been moved and is on its way to a hospital or morgue. We can see the room in which we have died. There is bright sunlight coming in through a large window. The room is furnished with a sturdy table and chair before the window. This home has a Victorian era look with the decor. Wells had been seated at the table when he died. He fell forward face first on to the floor it would  seem.


H.G. is bending over examing the floor. Close to the spot were his body had lain was a clump of his hair and spots of blood. Wells desperately wants to pick up the hair but it is slipping through his astral fingers. He wants to save this important peice of evidence! Suddenly, Wells relives the experience of the moment of his death. There was sharp pain in the head. It moved from the back of his skull to the front. The final moment came with a burst of light. It was a pinpoint that became a star of plasma like lightening energy. The best I can describe it is as if his brian had gone supernova and then instantly dark.
Off to the right within the room is a young man stand there looking forlorn. He is in his early twenties with dark hair. I get the impression that he is a friend or maybe even a relative of Wells. Possiblily, the person who discovered the body. He is staring at table and chair with deep deep sadness. He has been in the room for a long time just standing there contemplating in stunned slience what has happened here this day. At this moment I wake up.


How exactly did H.G. Wells die? Well, history says he died of "unspecifed causes" at his home in Regent's Park, London at the age of 79 in 1946. Some reports suggested it was from complications of diabetes or liver cancer. He was cremated four days later and his ashes were scattered at sea.
The most obvious rational supposition is that he died from a massive stroke due to his diabetes. Perhaps, he struck his head on the table, as he fell face first to the floor, which resulted in the hair and blood I witnessed in my dream?


Then there are some conspiratorial posibilities we can entertain. Wells may have had enemies. A shot to the back of the head by a unseen assassin would still fit within the parameters of this scenario. Wells, a well known public figure, had numerous affairs while he was married and had some controversial political views. He was even on a list of people Nazi Germany intended to rounded up after they invaded Britian.
I have long had an obsession with War of the Worlds and other works associated with H.G. Wells. He was a fascinating futurist. His views on eugenics and one world government are antithetical to my world view but I recognize his genius in many other respects.


One last thought we can conclude from all of this? H.G. Wells died with quite a legacy of literature and he departed in a traumatic way for him. It was a quick and abrupt end. I think it took quite some time for him to realize what happened. Maybe he never did and his spirt still lingers in London.