Random #4

It was nighttime.

I walked on this bridge made of dark grey stones over a small river.
in a town that was mostly asleep.

the river was black but shone the white street lamps like a mirror.
I walked over the arched bridge and wasn't at all bothered by the grey skulls that were lined all over the railing of the bridge on both sides. I just continued my nighttime stroll. It was like a ghostly world that not everyone could see.. .and it didn't bother me at all. To most people it was just a normal world. to me, it's like there were things i could see that are part of our world too. they were grey skulls, turning their heads and talking amongst themselves.. there was this long light grey see-through flame coming out of the top of each skull. You could almost imagine that they were upside down sperm, with the skull as the head and the long slow moving piece of smoke as a thick tail that was moving side to side very slowly and peacefully.

Somehow, i don't know how, i was in the middle of a conversation with one of the skulls... it was a friend of mine who had passed... and were engaged in some sort of conversation.
until i asked "how do you feel? what's it like being dead? are you in pain? do you sit all day and remember your past life? think of memories? do you just sit and ponder things all day?"
In which the head replied that it doesn't even know who it was, let alone think about memories.
I protested saying that it was someone i knew, and it MUST have memories cause it knew who i was and remembered me.

To which the skull replied that it had no memory of its living life, but ofcourse it knew who i was. Everyone knew who i was, because the the guy up there had spoken about me. called me his special project.

to which the skulls turned to face each other and whisper things, and as they did so, every two skulls that faced each other would cause their floating tail, or grey flame to become intwined with the other skull's. and if a skull turned to the other side, the flame would untwine and intertwine again with the next skull's.

I stood there staring.. as they whispered. Whether the whispers were in awe or mischief i didn't know.

nightmare or fantasy?