𝖂𝖎𝖓𝖊, 𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖚𝖓𝖐𝖓𝖔𝖜𝖓 𝖕𝖊𝖔𝖕𝖑𝖊

Date: 4/10/2019

Last night I dreamt that I walked into my room, which was already full of people unknown to me. A young man, with a funny mustache. A mature man, with an old hat. A young dark haired woman, with a shawl around her shoulders. An old woman, fitting the description of a hag perfectly. I went straight to the men, and the young one cracked a joke I laughed at, but only to be polite. We were planning something, a ritual I think, but I don’t remember what exactly were we trying to achieve. Someone brought in golden chalices, filled with wine. Even though all four of us knew there was poison inside, we drank it willingly. The young man laughed and drank from the cup and threw up blood. The older man just spit out wine. The young woman coughed a bit, covering her mouth with her shawl. The old woman didn’t drink at all. I sipped from the cup and seconds after collapsed on the floor, I knew I was dying, I was trying to fight it. The old woman held me and splashed some leftover wine on my face, saying “Come on, pig, come back”. I knew I’d probably suffer more if I fought it any longer so I accepted the fact that I was dying and slowly drifted away into darkness with their voices still echoing from the distance. I felt calm. When everything was completely engulfed by darkness, no voices to be heard, I woke up, scared.