I dream about her every night. She summons me to the woods. I’m drawn to her, irresistibly.

She’s taller than me. Hair covers her face. The stench of death surrounds her. She pulls me close to her, I gasp, and I’m weightless.

What do you do when you wake up?

I’m crying. I want to go back. I can’t believe that I have to go and live my life again.

So this dream is a fantasy? Specter of death and braces you, and it’s everything that you want?

Yeah. It’s messed up, right?

No, that’s what I dream about every night too.

What?

Yeah, since I was a child. What do you think it is?

What if that lady is a real thing out there? Do you think we could really find her ?

Music played, and a sickly, sweet, smell filled our nostrils. We got up from the restaurant where we were sitting, leaving behind our food.

The music made sense to us. We stumbled forward, moving to the rhythm. We left the streets and went into the woods. She was waiting there for us, just like in our dreams.

I wouldn’t say that I cried when she wrapped us in arms. All the weight of the world left us and I didn’t feel anything at all. I was finally free.

I’m telling you the story now from beyond. You wouldn’t believe what it’s like over here. I can’t wait for you to join us. I know you’ve been dreaming of her. Just listen, and you can hear the music too. She’s waiting out there. Go to her.