Journal of Dreams

Sorry in advance for the poor english and story telling

05.03.2025

I am in some sort of grayish open air crypt and I feel calm. Everything is strangely bright, although there aren't any visible light sources. The sky isn't visible, the clay walls are covering it. I am fully aware of the fact that I'm inside this structure, but I still have that feeling of being outside. A gentle draft of air is brushing against my skin.
Rocks are scattered all around the place, as well as some dusty white (bed) sheets. I know somehow that if one rolls up himself in one of them, they'll start decaying at an impressively quick rate. I pick one up and lie down on the floor next to the pile of corpses facing me... I wrap myself in the sheet.
All around me, humanoid figures are slowly walking towards these artifacts. Four of them grabbed a sheet and covered their bodies. They lie down one by one, next to each other and begin decaying one by one. In under a minute their skin shrinks on their flesh before their body as a whole disintegrates, accompagnied by a misty sound*, turning into nothing but a dusty silhouette**. A fifth one arrives and goes through the same process : he grabs a sheet and wraps himself in it. But this time the decaying occurs in less than nine seconds, and he falls flat, perpendicularly over the first ones.

*I don't know how I could describe it better. It was really weird.

**Skyrim's zombies are the closest looking thing I can think of. Just imagine them with a body in better shape (=> no missing parts), without any blood/ apparent flesh and with holes all over them like burnt wood.