Date: 8/1/2020
By itsliz
I had a nightmare that Michael pretend died? Or he DID die? It was unclear. I dont know how he died but somehow the rules of death applied to him even though I could see him and sometimes it applied to me? I had to come to terms with the fact he died. Sometimes a black screen would appear like a TV show explaining what will happen now that he died. It explained that now that he expired, wounds would display more prominently that had been inflicted upon death. I thought people saw him probably because I could see him but some cuts became bigger and more... flayed? He went about his business like nothing happened even though I was embarrassed for some reason. SOMEHOW I could end up "time skipping" to the next day and that was the "last day of real life"? He couldn't use his debit card to play games anymore I guess, so he LOST his shit and was having a breakdown because i think it was his only way to distract himself from being actually dead. I didn't tell him i "time skipped" to the next day. I found out that if i could make a flower grow over his grave, it could give wifi??? I apparently thought trying to go to the bathroom to poop would make fertilizer to make the flower grow. I don't know how gardening works... The screen showed up and said, "Now the smell would begin to ripen to express the body is expired." For some reason I could see another guy with his mother who was in the same situation as me and yet I could see them. They were hanging around a mortuary down the street on the corner and his mother REFUSED to accept she died even though she was LOOKING dead. We were trying to explain she was dead to her when I got an AWFUL feeling. I wanted to find Michael to see if he smelled and went to his room and a doctor was there? AND the man's mother said Michael needed help so me and the doctor went upstairs and could hear Michael with the most STRAINED breathing trying to shout, "I can't breathe! I tied my hands I can't breathe! I tied my hands!" So I guess with sudden superhuman strength I hit the door hard enough that I broke the lock and went inside and loosened the chain around his neck so he could breathe and then undid one binding around his wrist. The doctor could see him? And tried to check up on him. I was bawling so hard in the dream that I woke myself up to the worst feeling in my belly like Michael actually died...