Dream journal

Dream journal

I don’t usually write down what dreams I have, not here, but this was one of those vivid, “dinner was so spicy” kind of inspired dreams that I couldn’t pass it up.

I was in a military uniform, short hair and all. Structure, “yes sir, no sir,” on some base some place. Doing whatever it is that I was supposed to do. Soldiering.

There was a death of some kind. Either an accident or war, or battle. Three soldiers died. I was leaving the base, in uniform, on leave, or something, and I came across the three dead bodies, each draped with an olive drab sheet. Deal is, like in the movies, especially bad movies, I could see that the at least one of the bodies was still breathing.

“Hey, they’re breathing, they’re not dead,” and I pulled the sheet back, only, it wasn’t a body anymore, just the fragment of a skull, “That’s right, we’re not really dead.”

Spooky dreams.

About the author: Born and raised in a small town in East Texas, Kramer Wetzel spent years honing his craft in a trailer park in South Austin. He hates writing about himself in third person. More at KramerWetzel.com.

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