{"id":258971,"date":"2026-07-13T16:37:25","date_gmt":"2026-07-13T13:37:25","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/dreams-that-mean-death-eric-oneal-1\/"},"modified":"2026-07-13T16:37:25","modified_gmt":"2026-07-13T13:37:25","slug":"dreams-that-mean-death-eric-oneal-1","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/dreams-that-mean-death-eric-oneal-1\/","title":{"rendered":"Dreams That Mean Death – Eric ONeal (1)"},"content":{"rendered":"
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There wasn\u2019t much joy to be had in it. That\u2019s where she was. Screaming for revenge that I didn\u2019t know if I\u2019d be able to give her. And if she didn\u2019t get it from Simon, I\u2019d have to make due instead. I sat there on the edge of the train car, while the world passed me by in the dark. The conductor hadn\u2019t asked us where we were going.<\/p>\n

I think he knew where I was headed, but I needed to find out for myself first. Joey was sleeping. I hoped it was peaceful for him. We were passing a huge lake somewhere that I didn\u2019t know. It stretched on for miles. The waters weren\u2019t black like the ocean. I didn\u2019t miss those dark waters.<\/p>\n

But I did miss Lenna, and I hoped that she wouldn\u2019t hate me forever. In the sky, the stars still twinkled there. A million lights hanging. I closed my eyes and nearly fell asleep sitting up. Then I opened my eyes back to the night sky, and the stars were gone.<\/p>\n

Then I saw them there in the waters of the lake. Like they\u2019d been stolen right out of the air. Sinking beneath the cold waters. I closed the door and ran back to my bed. Joey was awake staring at me from underneath his blankets. \u201cDetective.\u201d He\u2019d gotten some of my food. What he could stand to eat. \u201cHey, Joey. Call me Graysmith. How you feeling?\u201d \u201cLike I was eaten by a giant fish.\u201d I chuckled, but Joey wasn\u2019t joking. \u201cI\u2019m sorry.\u201d \u201cNo. It\u2019s okay. I didn\u2019t sign up to be a barnacle.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo one ever does.\u201d \u201cHow did you find me?\u201d \u201cI talked to Tamara.\u201d Pain flashed through Joey\u2019s eyes. \u201cYou saw her? Was she still,\u201d Joey searched for the word, \u201cokay?\u201d \u201cShe was doing alright. Still alive.\u201d \u201cIf you can call her that.\u201d Joey started to cry as he thought about her. \u201cI left her, Graysmith.\u201d \u201cThere wasn\u2019t really much more you could do for her.\u201d \u201cI stayed as long as I could. But we had to leave. There was nothing left for us.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI know, Joey. That\u2019s not your fault.\u201d \u201cI was ready. When we ran into those people on the beach, I was ready to leave all of it behind. Tamara, my old life. I wanted to start over. I thought I found my purpose.\u201d \u201cI\u2019m sorry.\u201d That did nothing to make him feel better.<\/p>\n

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didn\u2019t think much of the case at the time. A dead girl and the only suspect was her boyfriend. I got the call after a standard night of brown liquor and cigarettes. Beyond that, I didn\u2019t remember eating anything. A slight tremor in my guts indicated that I might have had too much.<\/p>\n

That and the splitting headache, but that was a pretty common companion of mine. I rode to the dead girl\u2019s apartment. My dark sunglasses did little to shield against the cruel sun. The traffic was jammed, and I tugged at my collar to relieve some of the heat. I rubbed at the thinning hairs on my head and considered shaving it away.<\/p>\n

It might make me look younger anyway. The grays advancing across my head like an invading army. Nearly thirty years on the force were about thirty too long. If you didn\u2019t end up with a drinking problem, then you were probably dead. I\u2019d tossed my badge into the passenger seat along with my gun. The shine had worn off a long time ago. Detective Graysmith was something I\u2019d longed to hear in my younger years. Now it was a term I said with spite.<\/p>\n

It escaped through my gritted teeth. The city was bustling as usual. Gamblers on the street throwing dice, drug deals brazenly made in front of businesses. I kept my nose out of that. I got the pleasure of focusing on the murders. The girl\u2019s name was Marie. Found dead dumped outside the city in a hastily dug grave two nights ago. Some homeless person wandering the woods with his dog stumbled across her body. Strangled and abandoned and left alone with dirt. I\u2019d had a dream the night before. I dreamed that I was trapped under a mound of dirt.<\/p>\n

It suffocated my lungs, and the only way I could get out was by eating the dirt. Then a worm in the ground lodged itself in my teeth. As I tried to spit it out, I heard, \u201cDetective.\u201d I looked, and there she was. Marie and I shared a shallow grave in the middle of the woods. But I remember thinking that it felt warm. Then I woke up.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

This is a short excerpt from the opening of “” by Unknown, quoted for review and introduction purposes. All rights belong to the copyright holders.<\/em><\/p>\n

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