There I was flying overseas and then the plane began to shake…
I cringed and shrunk into my seat closing my eyes, repeating to myself:
A Series of Unfortunate Events.
Poison. Blades. Bites.
Every dream worse than the other. Death involved in each.
Chasing me through each dream.
Slowly suffocating me.
I woke up, sat up and cried out:
And just like that. Just with that.
While sitting in the dark at 2:00am in the morning.
ALL FEAR was gone.
The following words that came out of my mouth my soul can only translate.
Rainfall covered my eyes,
Then the dream.
Once again the plane shook, but this time I stood up
I grabbed a friend's hand and prayed.
"Let your will be done."
This, was last night.
How long the second dream was? I cannot remember.
Of joy. Weeping.
Not knowing whether or not I survived was the best part!
I had given up.
For who can fear death, when they've got a friend like Him.
