8 Feet from the Body

My name is Kelly Brookes. I might write like an American-born guy but i'm African-American. A writer in the blood. What my mind has the keys to, I don't know yet.

Anyone ever tried to put both salt and sugar into hot cocoa tea? It's a no, but what do you imagine you'll get.

I'm in a dream. It has been raining. I look down at a leaf. The leaf holds carefully a drop of rain water. Inside the drop I see myself. I see myself saying no to my friends, saying no to people in desparity. And suddenly I'm that self. Selfish.

In my left hand, I find a gun. I am surrounded by a couple of men and women with black leather jackets. Damn, I joined a gang.

I find myself at a ship. Ship that took off sailing to the end of the waters, to find a chest. A chest 800 feet below sea level. I wondered why I was wearing swimming gears. Well, you got your answer. Pretty boy was the man of the moment. A man to bring glory back home. I wish I could have seen the future back then. Now 48 hours from this moment, I would find myself swept by the shores to a haunted island. How haunting. But don't let me daunt you quite yet. Swim with me...............Or not! It's always a debate, whether death by fire or death by water is better. Well these are the times you just don't want to die.

I find myself in prison, but in this dream, the prison is so insufferable, I had to burn my way out of the nightmare. I landed on the sea, but a portal opened back below me, and I got pulled into hell again. Worse actually. It's like those drawers in morgue. Now imagine there is a whole planet dedicated to punishing human beings, and there are millions of the drawers put together, like in a grid. You can see each other through the mesh as you burn and scream. I could see my neighbour. I could see my favourite football player. I could see the activists who rebelled against LGBTQ. They were wearing the same clothes I saw them with the previous day when driving to work. Heck I could also see my mom's nurse who I used to- or still do have a crush on. Hard to tell. Just as we all burnt, I could see from an upper view, everyone's head started popping one by one, and it was happening in a sequence, left to right, then repeat, on the grid. Well I'd rather face death right now than continue this suffering. What a way to end this. Well all I wanted to do is ...................... (Head just popped)

So now my wife is standing next to my almost lifeless body in hospital. You probably don't know this but I've been dead for a while. I mean yeah those encounters up top, those were just a few of what my soul went through. My spirit was tired. My mind was on fire. My wife thought I was a liar too. Turns out, 2 weeks ago I had a nervous breakdown that brought forth a stroke that landed me on hospital grounds. My choices brought me to this very moment. We act cool around the people around us. Masking our lives with "Enjoy life while you still can". Such foolish words. I'm not trying to add a bible book, but to be honest, as a soul in need of saving, i'm warning you not to just lead a casual life. You wanna prosper, you wanna buy your mom a house, you wanna start your dad a billion dollar business, you wanna buy your wife a car, do all that, but do all that the right way. A time is coming. Well now I realize that late. I am standing 8 feet from my body. I have to get back to it to be able to wake up. But 8 other different dead souls that have not accepted to move on are in the same room. 2 are even closer to my body than I am. Oh nooooooo, so who will my dear wife "Elsa" be going home with. "DOOMSDAY!!!!!!!"

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