Death

@endlessly-death

But take heart; as much as some might want it to be, it's not your time to die just yet. You could say... I was a bit curious about how you were faring.

I guess some mem'ries though, like short term, are becomin' fuzzy? I can't remember what I had for me last meal or... what we talked about, the man an' I, when he did that ta me. I could've sworn it was meaningful, somehow. Now it feels... Far. An' blurry. I remember mockin' his... somethin' about his clothes. I think?

[ John frowned as he realized it was increasingly difficult to remember the nature of a conversation that had felt so important back then. ]

For being here this long, I think you're doing a really good job of keeping steady.

Of course, Death knew that the man was terribly nervous about everything on the inside. She nods at his remark about the Endless relying on him and his ancestors.

You say that, John Constantine, yet every bet one of mine has bet on one of yours, things somehow end up working out one way or another. Your bloodline is very resilient. And you are especially remarkable.

She hopes her words will offer him courage, knowing she shouldn't linger for much longer.

I dreamnt that I was in my house minding my own business when I got this slight uneasy feeling. So I went outside to the barn that we use for storage and It was filled to the brim with stuff except for the middle that forms a path to walk through it.

There was a weird flash of purple light from inside and like the good idiot blond I am I went check it out. I don't remember what I found but I do remember it being very weird and pretty gross. I walked back out and locked the door behind me as the uneasy feeling just grew and grew like the terrifying feeling of something extremely bad was about to happen.

I saw flashes in the corner of my eyes of a man completely in black that then vanished almost instantly.

(TW HERE) After more weird creepy things I can't explain the day passed and I went to bed. I woke up (still in the dream) in the middle of the night to that man slitting open the throat of my mother.

Time stops, like literally, with my mother in a panic.

The man told me he's Death, the literal manifestation of death and that uneasy feeling I was getting was a sort of 'Death is coming' premonition. Apparently he can only appear to the naked eye when somebody is on the brink of death.

He told me something important about the things I saw that day and then vanished again.

My mother survived, don't worry.

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And a week later I did dream the continue of said dream:

It's been a while since the Death encounter and a group of weird people start appearing around the garden. At first they stay behind the fences and gates. One day though I find them inside so I go out to tell them to scram.

They are acting weird and one man tells me "he is coming" and my immediate answer is "who?"

"The man in black, the one who hides in the closet and in the dark".

My thought process is oh shit is Death at it again? But I don't have the premonition feeling.

I simply tell them to go home and I'll figure something out. I simply tap my closet and say "we need to talk".

The uneasy feeling starts again and it culminates in the middle of the night. This time instead I wake up to him bringing my brother to the brink of death. His first words are "we need to talk"

Apparently at one point Death and I had a fling????

Death tells me that there is a court for beings like them and they are bit wonky on who dates what. They also tell me they are non-binary in a very "please let this be okay with you" and I'm like "I'm also non binary, I'd love to date you officially but first of all what's up with those people from before?" Aaaaand then I wake up super confused.

I still am confused: King of the Dreaming, does your Endless sibling knows this kind of stuff is dreamnt about them?? Also WHAT.

Ahem.

Excuse my little brother, Ink.

I have many expressions and extensions of myself, and through the centuries I've kind of lost count of them all...

I'm glad your dream had a somewhat... peaceful resolution? Though I would advise you to take those kinds of dreams more seriously. Not because they're inherently bad or an omen, but because they can be more profound than one might think-- and it could hint at another version of your soul life that it may be remembering.

Through me, the soul sheds most of its baggage from past lives, but sometimes certain things... linger. Those dreams of yours may have been a reminder.

Tread carefully and very intentionally. If you're not a psychic yourself, I would highly suggest getting in touch with one to help you sort this out a bit more.

You don't need to apologize, I was just having some fun with you, since it seemed like you were laughing about a dream with "me" in it.

Hm, hm, hm. You do take your responsibilities very seriously, dear brother. Maybe it's time you took a break?

@endlessly-death

But take heart; as much as some might want it to be, it's not your time to die just yet. You could say... I was a bit curious about how you were faring.