A friend and I were in a different life, but everything was the same. The dream took place in my neighborhood. She and I were running through my house freaking out because we knew we were about to be killed. She wanted to hide under her bed, even tho I knew the killer look there. I told her that no matter what, we were going to die. Once she realized that I was right she didn’t bother running away. She stayed in the house, under her bed. Without saying a word to her I ran downstairs, and out the back door. I ran from my backyard to a small parking-lot area within my neighborhood. The man ran after me. Even with kids playing outside, they didn’t acklowlage my cry for help. I wanted to call the police, but I knew this wasn’t real. I knew that this second life was just a temporary state that wouldn’t affect my real world. I knew that when he would kill me I wouldn’t feel anything. I wasn’t scared to die.
I ended up taking my own life somehow. With some sort of spell, I suppose. After that, I saw myself walking with death. He and I were in a peaceful world, and everything was perfect.
Just a side note: The guy that was going to kill me was Tony Soprono. Scary shit, right?