I walk through my front yard and slide the gate open and walk a few yards beyond it when I see a figure dashing from out of the darkness. My heart races and I try to make my way back to the yard and I feel a warm blade slip imbetween two of my ribs in my upper back. There's another hand holding my head grunting in my hear, "You tellin me to shut up, huh? Who's shuttin' up now bitch..." The dark figure continues by twisting the blade in circular movements, my face writhing as porchlight shimmers on it in the dark. The assailant releases me and I stagger towards the gate. I'm too weak to move. My knees give way and my right hand reaches out in the darkness. I feel my life fading away as my lungs fill with fluid. The dream is enveloped in darkness and I awaken.

Shitty dream. It feels very, very foreboding considering I live in the drug-dealer section of town.