He sniffs at you, but is not interested. Nothing remains of you but bones.

The crows darken the sky. Everything in the room is [[covered in feathers]].

Every five seconds, [[you forget everything]].

The chairs around you are filled with [[skeletons]], still in business attire, all [[grinning at you]].

You look back up and watch a pirate ship float away on a breeze.

In the dream, you were a corpse on a beach, and hundreds of crows [[picked at your bones]].

At the bottom of a swimming pool, lungs filled with water, everything in the world narrowed to [[a pinhole]].

You swim around, [[exploring the confined space]].

A cold wind blows through the room and [[whistles through the bones]].

The pool's walls are [[made of glass]].

You watch a drop off sweat slide down your glasses and drop onto the paper. The words [[melt]] and slide off.

Waiting so they can eat you. Eat your flesh and become human again. Waiting forever.

You feel the sand [[under your feet]].

You look around [[the conference room]].

The sun filters into the conference room through a thick [[jungle]] canopy.

The clicks are accompanied by [[drum beats]].

The sky overhead is [[filled with crows]].

You swim around the pool, the [[choked lungs forgotten]].

The slides behind you are [[all the same]].

The Presentation

Last night you dreamed of [[crows]].

A lion. The drum beats reach a fever pitch as you frantically move [[from slide to slide]].

You read from your notes. The words coming out of your mouth are [[gibberish]].

You cry, the tears running off the feathers on your face. You try to inhale but get nothing [[but feathers]].

When you were [[younger]], you [[almost drowned]].

You were attempting a tricky dive. Trying to [[impress someone]].

As a child, you used to pretend to be [[a pirate captain]].

They line the side of the pool, [[waiting for you to leave]].

Every five seconds, [[you forget everything]].

The conference room has [[no ceiling]].

You feel like you have been talking [[for hours]].

You look down. The sand leeches the heat [[from your bones]].

Everyone is [[dead]].

The feathers [[fill your lungs]].

In the memory, [[everyone else is a skeleton]], and you are [[a fish]].

You are giving an important presentation [[at work]].

The world narrows to a pinhole.

Every time you finish one, you [[click]] to the next [[identical slide]].

You cannot [[remember]] who.

As the lion approaches, you find your feet [[rooted to the ground]].

From under the table, you hear [[a low growl]].

You would capture ships and maroon the crews on [[desolate islands]].

DrSasquatch

Your notes are in a foreign language you [[cannot read]].

Your entire life, viewed through [[the pinhole]], amounts to very little.