I've been living in my own dreams. I would dream about something, and then relive it. I heard news about it, but I didn't believe. Who would have? The way they died sounded so weird.
They would have scratches, bites, or cuts. But nobody knows how. But that night I figured out how. I became a victim.
I thought I was just having a nightmare and in the morning I would wake up. I didn't wake up. I just heard screams, fading.
This is what happened. I was at school in my dream. I was sitting down in my regular seat. Something was different but I couldn't put my finger on it.
I asked to go to the bathroom. I got permission. I noticed the hallway looked like a path to hell.
I was frightened. I was so scared I almost peed on myself. So I walked down that hallway as fast as I could. Then I didn't have to go anymore.
I walked back in the classroom and tripped and fell. I scratched me arm on the floor. I could feel it.
I felt my arm actually hurt in my dream. I then noticed I needed to wake up. If I get hurt in my dream, I get hurt in real life.
We were taking a test for some reason and my teacher told me to come here. I came up to him.
He sharpened some pencils, so sharp that they could poke somebodies eyes out. Of course I fell straight on them. I thought I would die, but I didn't. I felt horrible pain. But not dead.
I didn't want to be alive at that point. Something worse would and will happen. We finished the test and had to go to gym. We had football.
I got hit in the head about 6 times. That's not even the start but we had to go to lunch. Oh great.
We were at lunch and we had steak. We had knife and forks. So I knew I would die. But my mom woke me up. Time for school she said.
I went to school and everything happened over. I even had the cuts. I wasn't ready to die. Not today. Not never.
Then it was lunch. I didn't know what was going to happen. My dream wasn't finish. I might die even worse than in the dream.
We had steak and I sat alone. Just wanted to be safe from death. I never was more scared of life. I then got pushed.
I then smashed my head on the ground. I then remember me in a hospital. Hearing voices fade away. I never knew I would die so soon.
I always will remember the day that happened because that was the last day I lived.
