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If you put a special mixture on your eyelids before sleep, you will dream of how you will die.
Describe what you dream the night you decide to finally do it. Remember it is a dream, so it can have surreal elements that don't make logical sense, but still have meaning.
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It was something I said I'd never do. I had told even my mother that it was a stupid idea. Then, she had gone and done it herself, out of the curiosity that kills. I don't know what her dream was like and I hope to never know, but you can be certain that her demise came by car accident, because she never stepped foot in another car for the rest of her life... Consequentially, when she did die, at ...
I was used to the oddness of old Mr. Mercer’s corner shop, but I never expected to find the weirdest substance I had ever encountered.
I had just gotten out of the hot bathtub and dressed in casual rainy weather clothing when I checked my little cabinet dedicated to Mr. Mercer’s concoctions and I saw that I was running low on my Potion of Youth stock. You see, they’re very important to me since...
From left to right, she trowelled on each rainbow. Her lids—though heavy, carried them with pride.
The colours that arched her sockets, would retell the stories of her life, in an unmemorable flash. And then—in slo-mo, her end would come.
'Dreamscape' had been on the private market for 12 months. One man's dream had a hefty price tag, with limited accessibility. And so, 'Dreamscape' was a quiet...
What's dying like?
Do we just fall asleep?
Is it pain free?
Do we sense the soul leaving the body?
Do we even realise we're dead?
Maybe we die every night
And our dreams are the other world
Where nothing makes sense.
If so, are our nightmares hell?
Will we, one day, live in our dreams forever?
(this is very off prompt and silly... long day :( )
...
Tell me love
Let me know
How I’ll sink
To depths below
Drop into
Claws of death
There I’ll rot
Til time is spent
Eternity
Will mock me
And you will
Try to stop me
But I’ll just
Keep going
I’ll sink
You’ll be floating
I reached the
Ocean floor
Where I could
Inhale no more
Drowning in
Sorrows in
Water in
Deepest darkness...
(This is another rushed story.)
After many months of watching commercials, seeing billboards and having random strangers asking to buy it, I have finally obliged. I’m going to try EyeCream, a product said to give you realistic visions of the future when you go to sleep. So realistic, it feels like a lucid dream.
After I laid down, I applied the cream to my shut eyelids and fell asleep. The cream...
I’ll finally do it.
Science has surely evolved. Now we can now the cause of our death as a dream just by putting on some lotion in our eyelids before sleeping.
My sister put in on a few weeks ago. Turns out she’ll go to hell by a car crash. She said she didn’t look that old in the dream. When she finally recovered from the reality check, she tried convincing me to put on the dammed lotion. I can...
I wait hastily for a glimpse of my future.
My breath comes in shallow waves, chest rising and falling in panicked peaks. Sweat clings to the palms of my hands, glues the fabric of my shirt onto my back. I pace through a sterile white facility. Enclosed in this building is nothing more, nothing less than a vision of how I die. A vision of the entryway to beyond, the opening to infinity, the scene...
I wake up on my bed. (Just like any other normal day.) I begin to get ready to school. I wear a red tank top with a black leather shirt. The shoes I am wearing in my dream are “punk” boots. I get on the school bus and as usual the driver smiles at me as he say, “well good morning young lady.” The kids on the bus seem to be sick. Not in a cough cough way. They look like the need help. Each of them ...
I try cleaning the kitchen to keep my mind occupied. Today is the day I get the phone call. Do I have cancer or don’t I? I try no to look at the mole on my fore arm that has doubled in size over the past six months. It’s hard to believe that something so mundane could be so life changing. I never really thought about moles at all and now I can’t keep my mind off of it.
Bzzz
I scramble into my ...
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