My Nightmare

I dreamt that you were far away, that I was trying to go to you. I could see you, but, to cross the distance, I had to walk over 350 people, living and dead, who were all grotesquely part of the floor. Some of them were cursing, or crying, or reaching out, and I had to step on them as gently as I could in order to move forward. I was weeping by the time I reached you, only to find that you were not real. You were just the guildhall statue.

I must not forget.