I died in a dream. Not your usual death, though. Death, dressed in all black, had something in his hand and a red cardinal bird on his shoulder (mind you, I had never in my life seen this type of bird even on tv). I was in what felt like the void, but it was somehow bright enough so I could see. It felt like I was freezing and shivering, but I felt no cold nor heat. I felt fear and it felt like my heart was jumping out of my chest, but I had no pulse. I looked at death and said nothing, but pleaded with my eyes, almost as if to say: “It’s too soon.” Death lowered what seemed like a tree branch, but if it was made of ash near my eyes and the branches grew. I felt no pain. The branches went all the way around my brain, but all I felt was fear. The bird came closer and I woke up. I woke up crying my eyes out. Pain deep within my soul I never thought I’d feel. I was certain that if it weren’t for that bird, I would’ve died. Looking up the meaning of a red cardinal in your dream tells you that a loved one has visited you. I think otherwise. Someone switched places with me and died instead. But, all I can ask is why they saved me. I am not worth saving.
