I've died in a lucid dream before. It sucked, I was shot in the stomach. I was in a red theatre place (inside had long red ribbons from the cieling down) and I went to the bathroom. In one of the stalls was a man who jumped out. His name was Harry. How did I know his name? No idea, never seen the man in my entire life. He had long strawberry blond hair (long meaning shoulder length), was tall and thin. He gave me some shot in my arm and I still managed to push him off. I started running out and suddenly my legs wanted to stop moving. I fell on the ground, having difficulty to talk and Harry came over my fallen self, with everyone else watching, and shot me. The pain was excruciating but stopped quickly as I felt myself doze to sleep. |
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