The coffin

I dreamt I was in a coffin six feet below the ground – alive. I pounded and pounded on the wooden box I found himself in, but it didn’t make a sound. There was no light - all was dark. But somehow I could breathe. Above, I could hear a group of people chanting ‘My heart goes out to you! My heart goes out to you!’ and I knew they were making the Nazi salute.

Then I woke up.