No Memory of Death

I woke up and felt cold. I looked outside and thought to myself, It such a beautiful day outside. It'd be a shame to spend it indoors. Maybe a walk will help me warm up. So I got ready to go outside and I jogged for a few miles to the park. Once there, I walked the trail. I still wasn't warm and I wasn't even sweating. I shrugged it off though. I accidentally bump into a guy and he stopped and looked around.

"I am so sorry. I wasn't looking where I was going," I apologized.

He shrugged and kept walking. Though he wandered off of the trail. I followed him and fell into his shoulder without meaning to. He again, stopped and looked around, I apologized again and asked why he wasn't on the trail anymore. He backed up still looking around, before continuing. At this point, I'm convinced that he just doesn't see me or doesn't want to acknowledge me. I continued to follow him.

"So where are we going?" I asked. He didn't reply.

"What is your name?" I tried. He walked on without answering me.

"Why are you ignoring me?" I accused. Still nothing.

"Where are we going?" I asked getting scared. Nothing still. We eventually arrived at a shallow looking grave. He started digging it up.

"What are you doing? Are you insane? Why are you digging up someone's grave?" I shrieked at him.

He kept digging. I just stood there and watched paralyzed as I realized that it wasn't just anyone's grave. It was mine.