Minecraft

Okay, so Minecraft is SO FUN! I have one singelplayer world I love called "Svendoolia" (guess where I got the name?)  where I live in the side of a cliff in this sort of "bowl" around a lake, and I am now also on L's server (which is famous for being REALLY awesome and popular) and I have a semi-temporary home in an igloo next to a bunch of castles. That's not the only reason I'm posting, though; I also want to share with you a dream I had and promptly wrote down. Enjoy.
(Small details are changed, but nothing huge; just that in the dream I didn't actually know who the girl was. She was just a girl.)

The Dream.

I was a young girl of about ten years old, living in a quaint little village surrounded by forest. I had quite the crush on the young boy who lived next to me, but I couldn’t talk to him because the baker’s daughter, a girl of about my age, was also smitten with him and wouldn’t let anyone near him. Sad and dejected, I decided there was nothing to do but run away.

               

                In the middle of the night I crept out of my house and started walking in no particular direction. Trudging through piles of dead fall foliage and hopping over rocks and logs, I wondered whether anyone was searching for me yet, and if my mother would miss me when I was gone. I didn’t get very far, though. For when I reached the short slope that separated the village from the forest, that’s when I saw it. A body, or rather two bodies, a man and his horse, the reins still in his hands. They were both decaying and covered in flies. The horse was a handsome white, and the man dressed for a journey in rugged clothes and leather shoulder-plates. I looked up and saw a figure in a black, hooded cloak, holding a scythe in his bony hands. He looked straight at me. Or, I think he did; he didn’t have much in the way of facial features, just a black void. He lifted a finger to where his mouth ought to be in a shushing motion, and then he left. I’m not sure if he walked away or just disappeared, he was just… gone. I stood in silence for a moment. And then I screamed.

                “Everyone!” I yelled at the top of my voice, trying to gather the villagers. “Everyone, there’s a body over here!” That got everyone out of their beds.

                By dawn, almost the entire village was swarming around the site. Some people were there to figure out things about the body, like how he died and who he was, and some were just curious. Mothers hid their children’s eyes as they themselves looked on unflinching. The small, three-person law enforcement team that the village prided itself on was walking about the site, taking notes and asking questions. I overheard them talking about the body. Apparently it was a man from the village who nobody liked, but no one knew what he was doing when he died. And nobody knew how he died, either. He was just… dead. And that’s when it happened.

                Curiosity got the better of me and I inched closer to get a better look. And the corpse moved. Everyone looked on, mouths agape as the corpse opened its mouth into a crooked smile, and its eyes moved slowly around to face me. I froze in place, too scared to do anything, as the dead man said to me;

                “Be sure to empty your soul before your journey”. And then he died for the last time.