What Dreams Are Made Of
I had this dream that I died in a horrible accident, but I never found out what exactly happened. My body was completely destroyed. There was nothing to burn but blood.
It was like a bad indie movie, or a really good popular movie. Everything was really foggy, like the camera lense was covered with smoke. This little camera panned around the spot, looking over all the white roses and lace covering the chairs. The sun was shining bright and tall green grass surrounded what was about to the final resting place of my casket. My empty casket.
Everything was beautiful.
Except for one thing.
One very important thing.
There was no one there
Attendance of zero. Not a single soul came to wish me goodbye.
If I died tomorrow, would you come to my funeral?
It was like a bad indie movie, or a really good popular movie. Everything was really foggy, like the camera lense was covered with smoke. This little camera panned around the spot, looking over all the white roses and lace covering the chairs. The sun was shining bright and tall green grass surrounded what was about to the final resting place of my casket. My empty casket.
Everything was beautiful.
Except for one thing.
One very important thing.
There was no one there
Attendance of zero. Not a single soul came to wish me goodbye.
If I died tomorrow, would you come to my funeral?