The Graveyard Dream

[This was previously published on the Tumblr blog Pessimist Press]:

The Graveyard Dream

By Doctor Pessimist

As the title suggests, this is a dream about a graveyard. This is one I dreamt for a while, after I attended the funeral for my Uncle Zachariah.

I’m walking around, clad in my pyjamas, and looking for my Uncle Zachariah’s grave. I find it, I look inside, but I see the grave is empty.

Without thinking straight, my legs take me to the cemetery’s exit. And, this may sound cliché, but the gates have been sealed shut. They’re held by a strong and invisible force.

And, as I turn around, I see Uncle Zachariah in the distance...

I cry out, “Uncle?”

Yet, he just laughs.

When I walk even closer, a small whimper leaves my mouth.

My Uncle looks like a zombie, with metallic pieces fused to his body.

“Why didn’t you visit me, boy?” he asks. “Why didn’t you see me in hospital?”

“My parents wouldn’t let me,” I reply, with tears rolling down my face.

Uncle Zachariah laughs. He grabs my hand, in a tight grip.

“No worries nephew,” says Uncle Zachariah, “you can come and join me!”

I pull and resist, crying, but it’s no use. “No, please, Uncle, stop!”

Unfortunately, he’s too strong and he drags me to his grave.

I get pulled inside, and some imaginary force buries us both.  

I always woke up, screaming, and covered in sweat.

My parents sent me to a shrink; and the doctor theorised I fear death (which I could’ve figured it out on my own).

So, I visited my Uncle’s grave, and I apologised to him.

After that, I stopped having my Graveyard Dream.

Stay negative.

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