A few months ago I had this dream which I still remember vividly. It started with me being thrown on my knees and the general feeling that I had been captured and this was the end of me. The executioners were somewhat like orcs or something, but more intelligent and badass. They simply slit my throat, and I felt everything separate, and blood beginning to pour out of my neck, and down my chest. My last effort in life was to curse at one, then spit at the other. I woke up and I was spitting in real life! Hahaha