I am able to dream other people deaths but last night dream scared my the most.

Ever since I was young, I have been able to dream into other people's memories. This person must be dead though. I have had dreams of people dying comfortably in their beds only hours before I went to sleep. I have also dreamt about people dying during the witch trails. At first it was scary. I would constantly be asking myself questions like why do I constantly think of death?

It wasn't until I dreamt about my nan dying days before she did, in the exact same way as in my dream did, I really get scared. Did I make this happen? Could have I stopped it? I didn't know what was happening and I wasn't about to tell anyone about it, people would think I'm mad.

After a while I just got used to it, some were quite fascinating. Seeing a heroic soldier from World War 1 die in a blaze of glory. But there is one problem, I feel every second of it. It's like I'm the person who is dying. I can feel their fear and pain. Some though felt relived, at peace. It can be calming sometimes, knowing that they are finally free.

The dream I had last night though, it was the worst one. I've had more painful ones, but I have never been this scared before. Some people say that dreams can have meaning. I would appreciate the help If someone can tell me what this means because I have absolutely no clue. This is what I dreamt of last night, after closing my eyes.

"And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away."

Revelation 21:4 is what the priest reads from his petty little book—reading what will happen when no one else exists on the surface of this world. I stare at the emptiness around me, no one bothering to come, no one knowing who the dead are. Good, it makes everything easier.

The clear night sky is shining down directly onto the bible allowing the priest to read the final words everyone hears before the earth smothers their senses.

"In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Amen"

The priest shuts the bible and allows the earth to swallow the pill. I've never believed in all this God and Devil crap. I come from a place where we serve the mind, body and soul.

He comes up to me and asks who I am.

"I am death; that is my origin. The name Anastasia and I am harmless compared to the Devil. I have a strangling feeling that times are changing my old friend. So I must change to if I want to keep breathing".

The priest grows angry; he's probably had enough of my people talking against his so-called God. We tried to remove him from this town, but he has yet to leave despite our best efforts. The uproar of screams that was heard when he started doing funerals. If he weren't feeding the earth, then he would already be dead. Now we wait for him to meet his demise and wait for his skin to turn to sand.

"God will not stand for this kind of blasphemy".

"You are a slave to your god while I am mistress to mine".

The priest remembers he must keep feeding and leaves to find more to fill the belly. I, however, must take back what is mine.

The fog is heavy this day; I can barely see the shovel in front of me. The wind is pushing me away from where I need to be and towards where I must go. I fight back against the earth breath as he knows what I am about to do. My mind fights against the tides of pain as lightning burns my eyes and allows me to see for the slightest of seconds.

I arrive with my shovel and dig straight down to the casing. The closed skin locked away in the gums of the earth, still chewing away the soul of my victim. I grab the body from the jaws of the corrupted darkness and carry him back to the light.

Back at the home of the living, I laid down the body onto the earth's skin in the basement where it breathes, pouring his blood around the body using a flask I made from bones. I learned that blood, nerves, and bones bring life back into this world—the blood of the victim, the nerves of the earth, and the bones of the object.

"No life, no death, I seek a breath,

from lifeless corpse to righteous cause.

Devour the debt and relieve the threat,

please have remorse, or we'll feel your force."

I waited for breathing to start; the earth will return his life from the God that took him. However, his chest never moved, his hands never twitched, his eyes never opened. God forever took him from the earth.

I took the body back to the wound I stole it from, angered that my faith did not work. I refilled the capsules from which I took it and started to drag my way back to disappointment when a bell began to ring.

I turn on my heels to see the bell on the grave ringing loudly, then the grave next to it starts to ring, and the next. The bells are ringing a deathless tune of constant noises all around me. A hand grabs me from behind, digging her nails into my arms. Making tiny blood droplets roll down my arm and onto the earth skin below. The women made from clay, the scythe to the earth. No skin, no bones, no nerves. No mind, Nobody, no soul.

"The body has been rejected by earth, now you are the one who must give birth", The woman croaked. Her skin pale and dry like sand, her legs are skinny, her bones eroded. Her nerves making her dance and shake, having a seizure as if the Devil processed her. What have I done!? I wanted to be god, and now the earth is fighting back.

"I help everyone, I came to this world bringing death but now I bring life. I have nothing to gain, just healing and reviving"! I countered.

"You will not give birth in cheer, but in fear."

The women made of clay fell and shook violently on the grave below. Hands are reaching out to drag her down.

"Your skin crack, your bones snap, your nerves trapped inside of me. Come, take my sin, and my thrones, as that is what you deserve." The woman screamed a wild shout as all her bones crack in her. Her limbs were stretching longer, no longer short but a massive hairless dog.

I sprint back to the breath of the earth with the Devil shouting behind me

"You are a slave to God, while I am his mistress to mine."!

Its great hands wrap around my legs and drag me back to the mouth of the earth, waiting to eat me for wanting to play God. Pushed down through the ground and into the coffin, I look up to see my first victim, the one I tried to bring back from the dead.

"I put my faith in the mind, body and soul. Yet you are the one who is whole," I shout at him.

The abomination looked down at me with its black eyes.

"The coffin will take you places; it will also soften the journey. What else but a coffin to use as transport? It can take you places beyond your imagination."

The abomination closes the lid as I am left screaming. There is no longer any light, only darkness. Just darkness. I've lost. They don't love us, they're fed up with us. It's why I'm stuck here; it's why you would be too.

I am so confused what the hell this means but that is what I dreamt and that is what he was thinking the entire time. This has really freaked me out and I have no idea what to do. I do know one thing though, tonight I am not going back to sleep.