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I found myself laying on a cold hard floor, bleeding out from multiple fatal stab wounds. I remember it was dark save for one small dim light shining over me. I have no idea how I got to that point, and (luckily?) I woke up before I died.

I found myself laying on a cold hard floor, bleeding out from multiple fatal stab wounds. I remember it was dark save for one small dim light shining over me. I have no idea how I got to that point, and (luckily?) I woke up before I died.

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[–] 2 pts

I've died in my dreams more times than I can count.

[–] 0 pt

And you either lived through it, or you're not real to begin with :)