last night i dreamed that i ran into a strange man.
he asked me to see him half a dozen times, once each time we met, through-out my dream. i said no i don't know how many times, until i said yes.
he offered to turn me into what he was -- a ghost.
we were together.
i thought i'd died, and then he exhaled over me as i lay there, and suddenly i was alive.
i remember the difference between how it felt to die; poisonous, and how it felt to become a ghost; a wonderful release.
xox
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