For weeks, I had been having the same old dream,
my dead body at what looked like a car crash scene,
every day, I felt like death was upon me,
every day, I felt like I was no longer free.
One night, I had the dream again,
but that time, there was a big difference.
I heard a man say the date was June 10th.
That’s when I knew when my death would commence.
Then I did everything I possibly could,
to prevent this from happening.
Everyone thought I was crazy,
with my new phobia of cars.
And then it happened, on that fateful day,
it turned out that it wasn’t even a car crash…
I died, in a helicopter, when something malfunctioned.
Unfortunately for me, this event was inevitable…
