Poems from the heart

5 years ago ((Dream))

I walked along a desert mountain range. The air was dry and cold, the sky was black and clouded. I finally reached a sign that had a coffin in front of it. I couldn't read the sign but I knew it was dried blood. I took the path and found myself at a rickety wooden bridge above a moat filled with blood, flies, and human remains. Across the bridge was a town of cannibals. Then the dream ended. It reoccurs every two year's or so and it takes be farther into it. I'm wondering if it's a vision of the future or a memory from one of my past lives