"He's GONE, he's DEAD." Dead dream/ghost dream story

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Haha, hello i am alive and not dead! Sorry i took so long to update, writers block is a bitch. But anyways, ENJOY!

Dream POV

I woke up, but it was just dark. Where am I?

Oh right. I died. They killed me.

Well what even is this place? It's all just.. dark.

Suddenly the scenery changed to a flower field.

"Well, this isn't so bad." I thought to myself, standing up.

"Where can I even go? It's all just flowers."

Well, I guess being in an endless flower garden is better then just darkness.

Is this even heaven? It doesn't seem like it.

I wonder what my future could've been like if I was alive..

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I've been walking for what's seemed like forever. I've realized I have my communicator in my pocket about 20 minutes ago.

I've tried messaging people but the messages just say not sent or something went wrong.

But I guess that's what happens when you die. No way to reach the alive.

There has to be an end to the flower field. I mean who would even need this many flowers?

I mean maybe Niki but even she wouldn't need this many flowers. It's outrageous how many stupid flowers are here.

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It's been forever since I've been here. It's probably been years.

When I first got here I was fascinated by the scenery, but now I'm disgusted by it.

My wounds have slowly been covered by flowers, I have no idea how the flowers grew from my wounds, but they have.

I almost feel.. at ease. But in a weird way. I'm not sure how to explain it, I just guess the scenery has grown onto me.

Stuck in my train of thought, it scared me when something bulky appeared in front of me.

A train! Prefect. But, where does it go? It doesn't matter. Better than this twisted paradise.

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