Dream...

He looked so pale in there. Do all dead people look so washed out? I was not scared though but in there I felt or rather sense the calmness in me which I dont normally feel when I'm awake. He was trying to talk me out of something but I didnt understand a word he was saying. The expression on his face was vivid though. His forehead crinkled as he grabbed my arms and shook me. His eyes were bloodshot and it was funny that I wasnt afraid, not a bit.

I know that face, it was so familiar and as I was trying to grasp what he was trying to say, I was also trying to recall this familiar face. I stopped, staring into his face. I feel hollowed out, as if everything I once knew bout him was scooped from inside me.He glared at me one last time as his silhouette slowly drifted apart from me. I tried to call after him but was choked in silence. 'Oh Jesus,' I wailed feeling both legs nailed to the floor. I gazed at the floor to summon my energy.

It suddenly felt so cold in there. Christ it was freezing. He stopped and from a distance I could make out the image of him huddling over a little object, willing it to life. I didnt take my eyes off him. Finally after three or four tries, he produces a quivering flame. He took a drag on what looked like a cigarette, breathing out, relaxing a fraction as he stared into the creek and back at me. Despite the distance, I could feel his eyes on me, luring me over just as he did a long time ago...