"I had a muthafucking dream too, Martin Luther King Jr." Pt. 2

Few nights ago I had a dream where me and my brothers were waiting to cross the train tracks in our car, there were two railways and on one there was a train stalled, obscuring the view of the other railway. The other cars in their impatience crossed the railway and we watched as one of them was hit by another train. That car exploded and a crowd gathered around the car as a woman pulled out from it the burned and semi-skeletal corpse of the person inside of it. The person was not dead yet, the corpse was still breathing so everyone watched him die, but it was contemplative and gradual, not like normal death. The corpse just curled into the fetal position slowly as if it was birth reversed, and that was it.