Wednesday, April 30, 2014


I was at a funeral home for someone's wake. Some of my friends were there. The problem is, is that I didn't know whose wake we were attending. The room was full of joy and sorrow. I overheard a lot of people talking about old times, but I don't remember what exactly they were talking about. It kind of sounded like their voices were muffled. I didn't particularly chat with anyone about who was in the casket. Maybe I should have asked. One-by-one, everyone took their turns to view the person in the casket. I distinctly remember J telling me that I needed to see it. I tried to ask why, but he kept walking away. I calmly walked up to the casket and peered inside...

It was me. Then I woke up.

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