My scariest dream was when I died.


I was hiding behind three metal crates, stacked in a pyramid. I was couldn't move. When I peeked above the crates, I saw a throwing knife zooming towards me. The next thing I know, the knife is rammed into my heart. Pain explodes inside of me, and blood is everywhere. I feel slightly dizzy, and then there is a flash of white light.

I am back behind the crates. The knife is gone, the pain is gone. The blood on my chest is gone, but I could still smell blood. I looked from behind the crate again, and a bloody knife covered in my own blood came and hit me in the same place. This time, along with the pain, I couldn't breathe. Then there was a flash of white light, and I was back behind the crate.

This happened 7 times, and I was terrified.

Then the person who killed me 7 times asked if we wanted to be friends.

When I woke up, I was sweating and I had some breathing difficulty.