More Death

Erik Austin
2 days ago
1 min read

In the last few weeks, my dreams have turned into a very dark anthology series starring me, and I do not remember auditioning. I’ve died in more ways than seems reasonable for one subconscious. Sudden endings, slow ones, dramatic ones, quiet ones. Different locations, different vibes, same result. It’s like my brain keeps saying, “What about this ending?” and I keep waking up like, no thank you, next.

None of it feels random, though. It feels pointed, repetitive, like my mind is binge-watching the concept of endings because something in my waking life needs to wrap up, evolve, or politely exit stage left. I don’t think the dreams are about dying so much as they’re about change, the kind you avoid until your subconscious starts getting theatrical about it. Apparently subtle hints were not effective, so now we’re here.