Vivid Dream Part 2 (Based On True Events)

I turned the corner into a beautiful living room with a leather couch 
The finest, softest leather you could ever feel
But the leather didn't catch my eye; it was the dark silhouette of a man
Sitting quietly, crying. Just crying.
With a body at his feet. My grandmother, passed away several months before
Was before my eyes, lying dead on the ground
And my body lost control again

The silhouette of the man moved, and revealed only his clothes 
His face was still blackened by the surrounding darkness
I watched him collapse to his knees, and cry over the body
There was nothing I could do but watch, like I was strapped to a chair in a straitjacket

The man's face flashed through a beam of light
And his hand revealed a gun
To his chin he placed it and fired
And died

My body shot up in awakening terror when I heard my father on the phone that morning
My grandfather had killed himself and my aunt had revealed it
My dream was more than just a dream, it was a revelation
A revelation not worth forgetting, but one I would love to forget
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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