Execution

So I was there outside of the prison fence without a mark on my hand indicating I was for the chop but feeling like it didn’t matter anyway. I was for the chop.
There was a steep drop some ten metres from the high prison fence. The ground just sort of gave way to a rocky drop of some 10 metres. There was a sort of scaffolding rigged up along the edge of it. Maybe that is where they will do it.
I can’t recall where they brought me from but I have had this feeling of the chop hanging over my head for a while. I think I may have been incarcerated in that prison, behind the fence but it could have been anywhere.
On the right hand side of the prison fence from where I am standing is an aircraft hangar. It is an American base and coming out of it I have seen long range bombers come and go huge beasts of war graceful like manta rays in the sky.
I guess you have realised I had a reprieve and wasn’t hung shot or executed that time. And I only dreamed I was about to die for a crime I had supposedly committed not that the crime seemed at all important in my dream. I can’t even recall what I am supposed to have done. No crime no regret. So why does this dream haunt me into my waking hours then. Why can I still taste the terror of the mundanely , the normalness, the disorganisation and the feeling that I was going to die without ever having achieved anything much, not that I was carrying my memories like a banner or anything. I just recall that waiting to die was like waiting…