I usually don't talk about this dream much, I had it many years ago, but the memory of it still burns in my mind and the strange thing is, when every I think of it I still feel the pain from it.

I was walking down a cobble stone street and it was foggy. I was wearing gentleman's clothing, including a top hat. The sound of my footfalls echoed as I walked. I felt a presence behind me right before a hand roughly grabbed my throat and pulled my head back. I felt bite of a knife go into my right side and it go into my lung. I fell forward and felt dully, my head strike the cobble stones. My body began to feel cold and I couldn't breath. The burning sensation in my side began to dull as well as my vision. I tried to push my self up off the ground, but my arms collapsed and I fell back to the ground. I couldn't breath and I felt myself getting weaker. My vision kept getting darker and darker.

When I finally awoke, I was covered in sweat and I hurt in the place where I was stabbed and where my head hit the ground. The dream was so vivid that even now I still feel it now, even as I write.