Their Graves

So i dont remember all of this dream.. but i am frightened of one part.



The image burned into my mind, the one thing i cant get out of it is the picture of two graves in front of me.

It was in a seperate garden of sorts, off to the side of where we were living.

Two graves, both with huge slabs of cement over them. Sort of like flat tombstones. They had simple two names engraved, one on each.

To the left was a close friends, which is scary enough. To the right is my own. Our full names carved into the grey stone in gold letters. The bad part is, my friend whom was mean to lie in the grave beside mine was standing in front of it like i myself was standing in front of mine. Both graves were empty. They were ready. And im not even meant to be put into a coffin. Im meant to be cremated.



Ah!!