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Originally Posted by Alienbob has anyone ever had a dream where they actually died? |
I actually have many dreams where i die this is just one of them.
I walk through a house that is boarded up from the inside. The house seems old and used as if some old relic of no more use to anyone. There are many dank yet vibrant colors of brown and green. The floor is green tile. I smell a horrid stench of death and human feces and notice that the walls have the black leavings smeared on them. The framed photos are all cracked to the point of where it is hard to tell what the pictures are actually of.
Down the hall I go into a room of that looks like a converted kitchen. There are hooks dangling down that are lightly dabbed with blood and a table that is made of shiny metal like something you would find on the cutting table in the backroom of a produce section. The edges aren’t sharp but are rounded and welded to have curled sides and rounded corners. I stare at the sink which is dank and crud-covered. A remnant of what used to be white. The sink bubbles a bit to produce out of the drain brown thick “water.” The smell knocks me down to the point of almost vomiting. It smells like rotting meat in a zip-lock baggie left out in the sun for a week. Putrid is the only word that can come close to describing the horrid stench of this liquid. The sink overflows and covers me in the disgusting stuff.
The only thing I can think to do is to wash it off. I run to the bathroom and strip. I feel as if this is all a part of some plan because of the eyes that are watching me. I can’t see these eyes but I feel them. I slide open the glass shower doors and reveal the tub, crusted in the same dankness as the sink. I turn on the water. Clean pure water. It washes the crud somewhat away to the point of where I can get in without puking. The warm water caresses my body and I lie down in the tub and nearly fall asleep. I am slowly awoken because the warm water becomes heavy, like being covered in wet sand. I look up to notice the shower head spewing warm gray heavy liquid and I get up to try to get out of the shower but the shower door won’t slid because of the rust beneath it. The shower head begins to shake and a metallic moan comes from the wall. The wall starts to shake almost uncontrollably. I fight to get out but the door won’t budge. The toilet overflows the “water” and the room is filled with the horrid stench. The shower head can no longer hold the pressure and stops flowing. The wall breaks free and the immensely heavy substance begins filling the shower. It seemed as if a dam had broken free.
Halfway up on the shower door, I struggle to breathe because of the weight on my chest until finally it fills the shower entirely and my head goes under. It overflows the shower and the flow starts to wane. Through the glass I can see my rolled back eyes, open mouth, and pallid face.
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