While it's fresh...

I was standing in a open court yard with a close friend.  I could not see the moon or the stars but I knew it was night because the sun was not shining.  We were discussing something of little importance, so little that even now the topic of our discussion has faded from my memory.  But what happened next I will not soon forget.  As we were talking I notice a man and a woman slowly approaching us.  I had noticed them pass by earlier but paid them no attention.  As they approached I was troubled by what I saw.  In the lead was the man.  As he came closer I was able to make out his appearance.  He was thin.  Very thin.  I could locate nearly every bone in this man's body as his thin skin did everything it could to contain them.  His face was white, like salt.  At first he appeared to have no hair.  But as I soon discovered he had very thin, barely visible greasy black hair flowing from the sides of his head to shoulder length.  His eyes seemed to be missing, which is unlikely as he was able to navigate his way through the dark courtyard directly toward me.  He had a large mouth, and when he smiled he revealed his disease plagued mouth lined with very small teeth, some of them missing.  He was wearing nothing but a cloth around his waist.  Aside from his white face, the rest of his skin appeared to be charred, as if he were burned.  The skin around the left side of his chest was so thin I could see into the man.  His heart struggled to pump blood as it seemed to want to escape the bondage of this man's body.  He moved slowly but with great intent.  Not far behind him was an old woman.  Commonly.  If she were to have been a color it would be gray.  She was fat.  She seemed to be sweating profusely as she followed the man's every move.  She adorned a gray shawl that matched the color of her thinning shoulder length hair.  She was dirty, like one who had been traveling or living in the streets for years.  There was nothing striking about the woman.  I would have quickly forgotten her if not for the heart stopping presence of her male companion.  As they approached I was troubled.  I had never seen anything like the misery that was this man.  I knew he was coming for me.  The way that he walked toward me as if there was nothing else in the world convinced me that there was no escaping interaction with him.  He stopped just a foot or two from where I was standing.  As our gazes met the reality around me turned to darkness.  I could no longer see my friend standing next to me.  The courtyard had disappeared.  I was standing on darkness and darkness was around me.  To my front stood the man and just behind him the woman was cowering.  The man reached out to shake my hand to greet me and as if I was being controlled by another force I reluctantly placed my hand in his.  Immediately, he tightened his grip and lunged forward shrieking.  I was paralyzed and could not free myself from his grasp.  I heard the name "Jesus Christ" come out of my mouth as if it would free me from my captor restoring me to a normal state of being.  But upon hearing the name, the man looked at me and in a clear, yet disturbing voice he proclaimed, "Jesus Christ accuses you!"

When I awoke I was not frightened.  My heart was not racing.  I was thankful the dream woke me up because I had forgotten to put my sister's empanadas in the fridge and they would have gone bad if I didn't get up to do that.  I have not had a nightmare in years.  I don't know if I would consider my dream a nightmare but it was vivid.  Who was the man?  Who was the woman following him?  What did he mean by what he said?  I don't know.  I'm not sure if I care yet?  After all, I have dreamt stranger things.