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I dreamed I was buried alive.
Only in horrible, Ray, fashion I dreamed I could live forever -- that I would heal and re-heal again and again. I screamed for the longest time as I heard shovelfuls of dirt thump down on the lid and I thumped back long after even the muffled sound of more earth being piled atop me was gone. I got thinner and thinner and I broke my fingers constantly, scratching so hard at the lid until the bent back with a snap. The coffin filled with my own stench and my clothes molded away and there was nothing left to me eventually not even the energy to do anything but lay there and moan.
So. You know. Thanks, brain.
Only in horrible, Ray, fashion I dreamed I could live forever -- that I would heal and re-heal again and again. I screamed for the longest time as I heard shovelfuls of dirt thump down on the lid and I thumped back long after even the muffled sound of more earth being piled atop me was gone. I got thinner and thinner and I broke my fingers constantly, scratching so hard at the lid until the bent back with a snap. The coffin filled with my own stench and my clothes molded away and there was nothing left to me eventually not even the energy to do anything but lay there and moan.
So. You know. Thanks, brain.