LIVING AMONG THE DEAD
Waking up in a place you don’t expect is always a bit disconcerting. It takes a couple of seconds to make sense of it all and to remember what led to the circumstance of being where you’re at and why you’re there. Well, that’s suppose to be the way it works, but not this time!
I couldn’t remember anything prior to being there in the middle of the square. I was standing, surrounded by people I didn’t know, in a place I’d never been before.
It was a typical town square, 100 to 150 yards from it center to the storefronts surrounding it. The entire square was paved with brick. At its center was a large wooden platform built approximately 5 feet off the ground. From my perspective, on the right side of the platform, about 3 feet toward the center from the edge, stood a guillotine. In the center of the platform stood a large muscular man dressed in a black muscle shirt and jeans with a black vail over his head, preventing me from seeing his face. None of this seemed out of place.
I turned my attention to the edges of the square. There were a number of men in business suits, each wearing a fedora and each carrying a business briefcase. These men were on all sides of the square. Each was walking fast, focused on being somewhere, each going in a different direction, though I sensed there was nowhere to go but around the square.
I turned my attention to the people standing around me. They were all in casual conversation, laughing and talking seemly without a care. The men around the edge of the square did not interact at all with these people.
I noticed this crowd actually was a loosely formed line. Each person occupied their own place in line and as the line moved forward, they would casually move forward. The line led up to the platform. I sensed that being in this line was completely voluntary.
I looked for the front of the line. As I did, I saw the first person in line approach the platform and immediately raise both arms. The muscular man with the covered face bent down, placed his hands under the arms of the person and lifted them onto the platform. The person walked to the bench of the guillotine and lay face down on it. The large muscular man then pulled the lanyard, and dropped the blade, severing the person’s head into a basket.
The process then repeated over and over. At no time was there ever a struggle. No one resisted and no one showed any fear. Each person, surrendered their life willingly. I found myself at the front of the line. I turned, walked to the edge of the platform and raised my arms… the large muscular man effortlessly raised me onto the platform… then I woke up!
Although I had no fear of what was happening in my dream, when I woke up, my heart was beating like I had run several miles and I was in a cold sweat. Three months later, I had the same dream.
Phillip Good (From the heart of an average MK)
Remnant's Edge 
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