sometimes i can't tell a dream from a nightmare...
Last night I dreamt I was in a strange house. I stepped down the stairs into the wood paneled basement. Oh...she was there too, but now that I think back I can't remember who she was. You cut her deep in the chest and threw her into the closet to die. I don't recall being afraid. That girl with long black hair floated down the stairs and the two of you sat on a couch and talked quietly. I walked over to a table and cut myself a large slice of (pink)angel food cake. At the time I felt sure it was my birthday cake. It was stale, but I ate it anyways. Inside the piece of cake were two small vials, each containing two small white pills and a sprinkling of poppy seeds. I opened one and some of the seeds spilled on the couch. I picked up the phone and called the boy from the end of summer. We met up in a park downtown, where he touched my arm and said it was really me who had done the choosing. I melted away into a parking lot with a train track running through it. A train swept by and carried me back to the basement. "How strange," I thought. "I've been dead this whole time."