Date: 11/23/2019
By soulatman
Downstairs in a wooden house talking to a young man. I am trying to convince him of something but not succeeding. Style of clothing feels like time of Puritanism, Cromwell, witchfinder generals etc. Salem? I go upstairs. Raffie is on a wooden bed. It looks uncomfortable. Someone has cut the artery in his neck. Someone who looks like Rutger Hauer? I see Raffie holding his neck. Blood seeping through. I know he is going to die, and there is nothing I can do to stop it. I hug him tight and repeatedly say "I Love You" "I Love You" "I Love You" like a desperate mantra. I am torn up by who did this, and think 8 know who did, but don't want revenge. Am I afraid of them? I am consoled by the fact that in my heart I know I will see him in heaven again. I am destroyed that Raffie is going to die and is probably terrified, and I can't help. He walks to the landing at the top of the stairs, trying to descend, but suddenly vomited a huge amount of blood on to the floor. I am hugging him and saying I love you all the way through, and fighting back desperate tears.