More Dreams

Another dream. I can't control them yet but last night, I had a dream and I remembered it. There were two halves, one pleasant, the other, foreboding and haunting to me. It's not pony related at all but I'm posting it here anyway.

It started on the ocean beach. I was watching the sunset. I decided that's where I wanted to die. This is where my grave shall be. I spoke to people, asked on ways to secure a small bit of land for myself on the beach, a place reserved for my tomb. Indeed, I found my tomb and I owned it for my entire life. When I died, I was buried there. The world eventually ended and my tomb became flooded with the ocean I had spent my life putting in a light of worship. Then the world began again, humans were still around, apparently. While their culture had reduced to tribal levels, they still possessed the advanced technology of the future; I knew so because they revived me. I got to see the new world. It gets weird at this point; I got to hang out with my friends Ed, Edd & Eddy and things were all right...

That was the first dream.

I was a slave in the next one. Not that southern slave but a more modern one. I was in a box, a cubicle. I had been there for a long time and god, I fucking hated it. Everything about it, my coworkers who never said anything, the security guard in the middle of the room. One day I snapped, I snuck up behind the guard and snatched his taser, then I used it on him. I then beat him to death the butt of the gun. I tased anyone who got closed to me and attacked others. Eventually the cops came, I was still beating the guard. That's when they shot me. In a hail of gunfire, I fell. Then I was on my back, watching the my life slipping away from me as fast my blood on the floor. I slowly faded away... Then I woke up, I was remarkably tired.

Those were my most recent dreams at the time of writing this.