I Dream of Dying

I had a gun last night in my dreams. And I shot a propane tank with it. I flew very high into the air and knew that I would be falling to my death. I closed my eyes and counted to five. On five I would hit the ground and die. I felt myself turn upsidedown, headfirst. At count four I didn't want to die. I said I was sorry. At five it was over. I was someplace else. This was death. And then an odd movement below me, slithering. It was my own leg. I jumped up awake, yet dead from my dreams. I died in my sleep and ended up back here. Why is that? Right before we hit the ground we always wake up. At that moment in my dreams I was so sure it was all real. It was all happening. And then, just like that, it wasn't.

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