I Did Something in My Life
People say you don’t die in your dreams. Now, what I’m about to tell you isn’t coming out of my quick-to-flinch fingers because of some sorry attempt at bragging or being something of an individual. No, this is, instead, arriving at your computer screen out of my sheer terror.
I died in a dream once. It wasn’t even a great way to go either. I was assaulting this row boat with three armed men on it, guns blazing and teeth gritted. They didn’t see me and this fueled my happy little rage much more than it should have. I shot at those fools. I shot until I had nothing left to shoot save some air and a toothpick shoved between my eager lips. But none of them were hit. I was a foot away from these bozos and none of them were even wounded.
They laughed at me in full recognition that I had nothing left to do. Until they, all three, raised their guns and shot the life right out of me as if my soul were pinched out of the exit wound. And there I was, collapsed in the boat watching the fragility of life- my life. I, as a spirit, was watching them celebrate over me, and all I could do was turn away. I had other things to do.
(via chatton)
