I was a character called Max, from The Tapestry Series, and I was in town with Julie Teller. The town was a mix of suburban, and Victorian. Me and Julie were having a great time in the park, when I saw William Cooper stalking us in the shadows, he'd been following us for a while and I was fed up. I charged at Cooper, who drew two long sharp nails; I was going too fast to be able to pull out of my charge. Cooper tried to move and avoid hitting me, but failed. Suddenly, I felt the two nails slide through either side of my neck. When I stumbled, Cooper scooped me up and started running to a Hospital. We got to the Hospital, but had to go through a movie set/theater stage; Cooper put me down and raced to the inner part of the Hospital. Meanwhile, I sat next to some stranger and watched the set/stage. I was getting drowsy, so I tried talking to the other person and said, "Is it getting colder in here?" The stranger looked at me, he said, "No, it's really hot, actually." I moaned and tried to move my neck, when I did, the blood started oozing faster and wouldn't stop. The guy looked at me worriedly, "Are you okay? You look like you're dying." He asked. By then I was getting sleepier, and colder, I could also feel blood soaking my shirt and pooling beneath me. Finally, Cooper returned, but it was too late. The last thing I saw was Cooper's face looking down at me before I slid into oblivion, and never woke up. I died.
Next in my sequence of dreams,
I found myself walking down a sidewalk with two male adults, (I have no idea who they were, but I think they were my friends) I had a new haircut. We were in some apartment, and all around us there were some kind of Mushi that looked like those Jelly Chu from Legend of Zelda. I tried chopping them up with a sword I happened to suddenly have in my hand, it didn't work, instead, they multiplied. Next I tried a stick, somehow, the stick lit on fire, I used it on the Jelly, and what do you know, it worked. The Jelly writhed in a steaming mass and melted into an acrid smelling puddle.
I woke up.
All that I know is this: I think I know what it feels like to die, and I usually dream more than one dream in a night.
If you are interested in reading more of my dreams, and I don’t post more here, you can find more at my blog.
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