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Greycel Thug
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So I dreamed that I was at an old house I used to live in. I went downstairs in my basement and I believe it was because I was trying to hide from something. I tried hiding behind a counter with a mattress to use as a shield but it didn’t work out. There was a foid coming downstairs and knew exactly where I was. She was kinda of short, but she wore makeup like the puppet from Jigsaw. The spirit had a huge knife. She stabbed me in the throat and it was actually painful, then she stabbed in the stomache. After she did, I had a short vision of the knife she was holding before I died. Before I died, I felt like I kind of deserved it. It was strange, I never died in a dream before. And when I did died, I saw only black. No sounds besides a ringing in the background. I couldn’t move. I believe I was paralyzed. I finally woke and could hears things again. I woke up scared. I know when you die, you lose everything you have. But later throughout the day, I realized how peaceful death actually was. How there were no stresses and no worries anymore. No bs angels in the sky and dead relatives. No bs Jesus guy who supposedly sacrificed himself for the world. Just darkness. But it was peaceful. I liked it. I want to go back. I hate how this spirit only gave me a taste of death; I want the full experience.