In my slumber my heart began to race. He was grotesquely withered and sinewy in the face, but his bones under the water had been picked clean long ago. I leaned closer as a sparkle caught my eye. That’s when I heard him.

I have killed many, and here I lie. They went after me treasure! You want me treasure! I’ll kill you!

Even though being alive, I had the clear advantage, in my dream I believed him. After all, he was speaking without moving, and I was hearing his message without sound. I felt his threat could only be as real.

Then he showed me a vision. Firstly of a drowned female body in all its gory, graphic detail. Secondly a spot on the floor of this very cavern.

When I came out of my entranced state of vision reception, it was like a fog lifted and my senses became aware one by one. I heard the trickling water, smelled the moldy dampness, felt the boat’s rough edge in my ribs, and shook my head to clear it. Lastly, I opened my eyes and he was sitting up!

I screamed and woke, just like last night.