I had a dream last night where I was going to die. I always have dreams where I always end up dead.
This little boy was coming to stab me to death. He carried a decent sized knife.
He came close to killing me. Cut my hand, my legs and the back of my neck. ‘Marking’ me, so that he’d remember to come after me again he said.
I’m afraid to go to bed tonight.
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