Last week, all seven nights I had recurring nightmares. It was always the same thing. This girl and I would go somewhere and have the time of our lives. I can't remember anything about her except her thick Dutch accent. Anyways, as we left whatever building we were in, as we were walking back to the car she would always get shot in the chest. She would always live. I reach into my pocket to get my phone, and realize I forgot it somewhere. As I'm kneeling fishing her phone out of her purse to call 911, a man always came up behind me and killed me somehow. Once he flipped me over and curbstomped my face until my skull broke and a fragment penetrated my brain. The last night this happened. I got stabbed in both sides of the neck by two identical green knives.
