She appears out of nowhere while I am waiting for a train. I can’t tell if she is still dead because she seems so real. She’s sad and she tells me that after she died, her sister followed her and the grief lead to her father’s arteries hardening. She tells me he has died too but they haven’t buried him. Instead, she carts him along with her in a body bag.
We get into a taxi with the corpse of her father in a body bag wedged between us in the back. I feel freaked out, I can see and smell death and I shuffle over towards the door as far away from it as possible. The body bag slides along with me and touches my side. It is unnaturally warm and I scream.
She has to go somewhere and I ask her if there is anything I can do. She tells me, “Don’t die! Just keep living for as long as you can. Don’t ever take your own life. Just live!”
And she is gone again.