April 29th
Had a dream about death as an emaciated black dog, leading a line of trudging people and creatures across a quiet rural landscape. They were all walking to the afterlife in some vague, hard to articulate sense. Maybe each would disappear one by one while no one was looking or something, it didn't bother explaining itself to me. They resembled the danse macabre in The Seventh Seal a bit, probably inspired by reading about black dog folklore in the days beforehand. I like the phrase "death as black dog," I might do something with it.
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