Night of the Reaping

I decided to put a dream to the pen, as it is reluctant to leave my mind.

After a night like so many others exploring the woods at night I fell into bed, welcoming the embrace of sleep.

I found myself in a grand high-school mess hall, with a glass ceiling and walls of fake wood. The corners were adorned with large plants and the large room were stocked with row upon row of tables with studying pupils. The clear windows above invited the sun to grace our skin. But for me, the sunshine would not last.
As I was sitting by the table, lamp turned off nose in book, I noticed the doors opening as a couple of friends solemnly walked into the hall. I raised my hand to wave but hesitated. Little did I know my world was about to crumble, in more ways than one.

They didn't bullshit me. They weren't gonna drag it out or sugar coat it.
They circled around me, put a hand on my shoulder and said - "Jessica is dead."
And in that instant, the world turned gray. As if someone put a filter on reality.

One never truly gets used to the sheer strength of emotion one can experience in their dreams. I can feel it lingering even now as I pen these words. I sat, for what felt like an eternity, staring at the palm of my hands. With a great gaping void in my chest. After that I just ran to the bathroom and locked the door. No one would see my pain.

Tirelessly they would strike the door, a battle to fall on deaf ears. Then, as I sat alone in the dark room, it happened. An ear shattering noise was heard over the entire school as the sun went dark and I heard screams of terror and confusion from the outside hall. Only for a few seconds, as the voices seemed to be snuffed out in an instant. As I threw my head up in shock I saw an entity stand before me.

The grim reaper. Or at least, a grim reaper.
A large, cloaked and floating entity. Scythe and all.
She told me this was the apocalypse, and the night of reaping had begun.

Of course I had questions. Why now? Who are you? Where is Jessica? But the spirit spoke no more, and in a split second drove her scythe into me. I panicked as i could no longer draw breath, but instead, I floated. All bodily pains were gone, but also the ails of the mind. I floated, I soared, I flew. Through the streets we soared, through by the mountains through the clouds. White, glowing spirits freed from suffering. All pain, sorrow and doubt was gone. By now I saw the reapers were no longer dark entities in cloak, but rather white gleaming angels. I knew what my mission was, to release new souls into this ethereal heaven.

I knew I did not wish to claim them out of the blue, so the people I visited I tried to speak to.
Most of them cried. "Why now? Who are you? Why me?" I had no answers.
They were all met with fear. But how could I make them see the freedom that I now experienced?

Author's Note

I have never wrote about a dream before. I found myself greatly uncomfortable with the form, would appreciate any and all constructive criticism as to how to make this text more cohesive and interesting. Thank you!