Ghost of a Dream
Last night I dreamt that I was in heaven. I reached there through a series of tangled events ending with my death. I dreamt that I lived in an era near the end of the world, except of course nobody really knew how near the end it was.
One day when I was out shopping with my mum, there was a commotion, and everybody ran out yelling that the devil has come. To my mind came the prophecy of ancient times, of the day the devil will come to destroy and be met by a group of 5 children, the first of which would die.
As we were both running out, we passed several children running the opposite direction - back in. I counted them as they passed ... there were 4. I pulled away, to follow them - but my mother pulled me back, screaming that I had no compassion for her. Somehow I got away, and as I ran with the other children, I somehow knew, it was my destiny - it was fated, that I would not survive.
We ran until we could not run any further, and before us appeared a most horrible apparition, it was