I had the dream again. I had been having it for a week straight. At first I was walking through this field of red velvet roses. Then this little girls voice kept repeating, "Rick is dieing. Dieing slowly. A slow and painful death." While she was repeating it the roses turned black. All I could see was red now. I felt the familiar loss of blood. I "woke up" in a the black woods. It was so dark I couldn't even see my hand infront of my face, but my instincts told me where I was. I was used to this now. Then the dream slid out of my view like water going down a chrome drain...
TO BE CONTINUED...
TO BE CONTINUED...
I had the dream again. I had been having it for a week straight. At first I was walking through this field of red velvet roses. Then this little girls voice kept repeating, "Rick is dieing. Dieing slowly. A slow and painful death." While she was repeating it the roses turned black. All I could see was red now. I felt the familiar loss of blood. I "woke up" in a the black woods. It was so dark I couldn't even see my hand infront of my face, but my instincts told me where I was. I was used to this now. Then the dream slid out of my view like water going down a chrome drain...
TO BE CONTINUED...
TO BE CONTINUED...