Nightmare: "Wyndel run!" Anakin screamed, but it was cut short as a red lightsaber went through his chest. He collapsed and Kara stood behind him. She tilted her head at him, her face blank. "Opss, looks like you're next." And then she lunged for him.
For a moment, he couldn’t escape, he couldn’t get out of the situation, and he thought he was going to actually die. A moment passed, then another, and then another as he waited to die as well due to the fact of a monster that he had created... a MONSTER of his own design.
Then, he woke up, right before the lightsaber went through his body --- he was covered in seat. Everything had gone wrong, he couldn’t even remember why he had been running, but he had been, and he did feel exhausted.
He glanced over to Anakin who was curled up into a ball beside him and let out a deep breath. It didn’t happen, it was just a dream, a simple dream.