History |
Eyes tight. Sheets tucked. Dreams eminent. Off to bed I go to await the crazy
adventures I shall have. I am in a type of highschoool history class discussing the
events in my life. On the blackboard
are notes about my family and my relationships with them. But what was most disturbing was the subject
we were discussing- my strange and mysterious death. It seemed I had survived a dangerous
warehouse fire but later was killed in the hospital I was being treated at
after the fire. Looking back on this
incident everyone in the classroom seemed sad of what had happened to me, as
if I was a person who changed world culture and would have more so if I had
not died. A type of sordid,
scraggly-haired, and dim student stood up and asked: “Why would someone kill such a beautifully calm and placid man
who changed the word” Theme of
Dream: It could be the opposite of what
is to befall me in the future or a type of sub-conscious goal I have set for
myself. I will never be able to tell
without psychiatric analysis. The
only part that really confuses me is the type of death I suffer in the dream. |