Speaking of dreams....

I once had a fever dream in which I was lying on my bed, watching a translucent version of myself slowly circle the room. I lay there on my side, unable to move. (because I was in a dream) My other self was shuffling slowly and her head was down. Her hair, scraggly from perspiration, sleep and sickness, was covering her face. I suddenly realized that I must see her face and every second I was unable to I grew more and more frightened, but I was still unable to move, no matter how hard I tired.

And then she stopped.

And I was suddenly able to sit up.

So I threw my legs over the side of my bed and stood to move toward her. That was when she turned and looked over at me and I saw, her face wasn’t mine, but that of an old withering corpse. And I screamed so loud it woke up everyone in the house. I was 7.