Premonition - 

Almost fifty year ago, I witnessed how I die.  I could not explain it away as a dream, because I was sitting up, wide awake, in my dormitory room. My last year of college, and something loosened between present and future. 

It was not a vision or hallucination. And I've concluded it was not remembering or remembering a past life. At the time, that seemed more logical than it being in the future, because that past had happened.

Mass killings, mass graves.  

In a mass grave, with the dead and dying, I recognized that my whole life had not been real. This was real, this grave, suffering terror, horror - I can't find a word that really describes how bad it was. The words are too trite to encompass such an experience. 

I was 20, in my senior year of college, on my bed in my room in my dormitory, and yet I was perishing in a mass grave.

I was able to shake off the feeling - the vision, the memory, and left the room, left the building, to walk away from it. But I never forgot.

Nearly all of my life, I've not seen this as a possible death. 

Since 2016, the possibility of mass graves in America is all too easy to foresee. A new holocaust.