I Dream of Death

A few months ago I had a dream that death came to visit me. I don’t know much about death, but I know that a lot of people fear it. I used to fear it, well.. maybe I still do fear it– I’m not quite sure but I have respect for it? I don’t know. What I do know is that I’m not crippled by it and I can talk about death because it is inevitable. I want to believe that death is the end of this book called life and new one will start after. I like finishing books.

The dream I had was pretty vivid at the time.. I really wanted to remember every detail because I’ve never had a dream like that before. Most of my dreams are pretty useless but this one was really different. The majority of my dreams are about day to day stuff that I’ve seen or witnessed. This was the first dream that had no reference to my reality. Unfortunately though, I’ve forgotten most of the details but I remember what death looked like to me.

Death, to me was an inversed shadowy figure with all sorts of lines surrounding him. He was my height and my build, but there was no face.. just transparency. I remember we went for a drive together though I have no recollection of the conversation we had or where we were driving to.

I also remember feeling that I wasn’t scared in death’s prescence. Maybe because I wasn’t about to die in my dream then, and it was just an interesting encounter.

Last night I had another dream about death again but there was no interaction this time. I was just being watched from a distance. I would see death in the corner of my eye but once I would look in that direction.. he was gone.