The Battle Field
By Craig Wilson
I recall being dead. I look around and see a battlefield.
There are numerous soldiers from different time periods.
A soldier approaches me and he carefully helps me up.
The soldier explains what happens when you pass away.
I have to fight on a big battlefield – just like in
Valhalla.
The major difference is that this is a battle for my
soul.
Reluctantly, I grab some equipment and I join the fight.
The enemy attacks me and I struggle to fight the enemy.
Thankfully, my phone’s alarm saves me from the dream.
The End
The above story is a loose
adaptation of a dream I had. If there is anything you would like to ask, feel
free to leave a comment, and thank you for reading.
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