A Dream like no Other

This boy often visited my dreams. Today he came with his family. They looked hungry. Normally they looked healthy and well fed. Today they looked famished.

These people are cannibals. They have the biggest source of food in the world. But today they looked tired. They wanted someone to bring them food. That was why they came to me.

I had never been a Reaper before. People in my dreams never shouted. So I never knew if I looked like a Reaper or a clown. And I didn't know if they were good enough. Finding people in my dream was difficult. They keep on disappearing.

So I decided, I should go into the real world. I should wake up. Maybe I can pick some and serve them on a platter, and if I did the dressing well, maybe they'll never know the difference!


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