Dreams of Immortality by Fryingpan

Wake Up. Your mind is still clouded from the dream you were experiencing. Lights slowly come into focus, the unique land of your mind once more comes to end, dying, just like every other morning. You slowly begin to stand, shaking the last images of the temporary universe your brain had created. Parts of your dream are as vivid as the room around you, other parts are... clouded, a figure lurking in the fog of your subconcious, a stalker or benfactor, depending how much you hate yourself. Slowly the shape coems into focus, a grotesque distortion of yourself stands before you. Smiling, it offers you its hand... accepting could mean anything. You take its hand and follow it through the fog. Your friend guides you as if it has been travelling the depths of your mind for decades. The fog clears and blue skies are above your head, a river with a lone boat is directly infront oy you. The boatman raises his skeletal face, the eternal smile of a skull greeting you. You are guided over to him by your friend, who helps you down into the boat.
The boatmen pushes away, you stare back at oyur friend, who is smiling a sorrow, knowing smile and has a a tear running down its cheek. The boatman pushed forward. A darkness looms infront of you, darker then starless night. Into the darkness....