The dream lasted the night's entirety, or it seemed to anyway. Despite awakening several times it was still there waiting right where i left it when i dozed back to sleep...waiting to finish me off.

It mostly involved a man, a relentless man with fire-red hair that hath no other motive than the installment of fear. But in the end it was a brunette, a girl i didn't know but whose face i can see more clearly than my own in a mirror. Stone-faced, she resolved to stab me in the juggular(sp?). I know what it is like to die. The blood.

Holding my neck, as i lay dying, i promised myself that this was not what it was like to die. The weight of my hand began to overpower my will and the rest was to follow. Gravity X10. My body dead. My mind dissipitating. The last moments of 'consciousness,' i thought to myself, "This is what it is like to die."

That's all.

Alone. Anti-climactic. Suddenly

Darkness.