The Death

The Recurring Dream

How many times can a person dream the same dream... I awoke in a fog that Turned out to be a graveyard. Of course, when the fog cleared I was staring at my tombstone. My birthdate was correct 01/21/78. My death date, however, was 01/21/23... That is tomorrow...  Today it is the same dream, I'm in pain... Covered in darkness, when I finally gain focus I'm on my knees covered in skulls, human skulls. " Walk to me, Michael. " A voice whispers. Michael walked to the god-like figure... But there was nothing god-like about him... The smell of death filled Michael's nostrils, and he started to feel noxious, his mouth started to water but he kept swallowing hard and the feeling passed. The figure was sitting on a throne covered in skulls, only these skulls had hair and rotten flesh still clinging to them. He ripped one from its place and held it under Michael's nose, "This is Jesus Christ's skull, take a wif! "  Michael covers his nose, for all he knew it was any skull, as much as he loved Jesus, he wouldn't (like every other human alive today) disgrace his name in any way... The creature on the skull throne crushed it anyhow... Before his mind ended his thought. The creature's eyes were black, there wasn't a hint of white, his skin was a blood-reddish color, and he was built like the Hulk.

  "Unfortunately you don't even get as much time as God gave Jesus Human, I will see you very soon!" As he said this I noticed his teeth were like razor blades.

Then I woke up wrapped in the covers and sprawled out on the floor. I must have fallen out of bed while I was asleep at some point. I got up and rubbed my eyes. It was 7:30 am. I couldn't help but feel some type of paranoia all day, I was just waiting for something to happen and let me tell you that is an unnerving feeling. But I made it through my work day and back home so I was feeling pretty good about the day finally. I took a nice hot shower and got myself something to eat, I lay on the couch and watched some television, of course, nothing good is ever on. Then I got up because I had to piss so I went into the bathroom and drained the lizard. After that, I came back into the living room and proceeded with trying to find a show to watch. Eventually, I ended up dozing off into a deep sleep.

My dream took me back to the damn graveyard. I already knew I was going to see my tombstone, and of course, it was my birthdate again 1/21/78, and my death date was 1/21/23. I walked away from the gravestones like I always do in the dream only this time I didn't go to the red monster with all the skulls, instead, I ended up at a funeral that doesn't make any sense, why would it change now? I slowly walk to the casket and peek inside where my body lies. I want to look away but for some reason, I can't. I'm frozen in place. That's when I in the casket open his eyes, he stares right at me and says, "Death is coming for every version of us at once, only you can..." That's when I wake up on the couch breathing heavily and sweating. I sit up and grab a cigarette from my pack off the coffee table and dig for my lighter in my pocket then I light my cigarette and take a drag and sit back trying to figure this all out.