And they might have froze before that noose got to them

[sovay]

All night I dreamed about dying. Every time—I was shot once, bleeding out; another time, I had some kind of wasting illness—I woke up instead of never opening my eyes again, but whenever I fell back into the dream, there was a different death to go through. Some of the circumstances, waterspouts, unmoored islands, shell-like crusts of uninhabited buildings in the middle of cities where I've lived, might have made intriguing story material if I hadn't been distracted by the endless iterations of mortality, none of them opera-clean. Today fails auspices.

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[shweta-narayan.livejournal.com]

Huh, I had the being killed and wandering around as a ghost dream too, some years ago. Took me a while to be convinced I was really there when I woke up :)