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8theGreat said:
I've had so many... Probably the worst, though, was when I was about 3. In the dream, I was part of a tour group in an পুরানো ঢঙের jail, with the barred cells and general creepy atmosphere. One of the cells intrigued me, so I stopped in front of it while the rest of the group left. I looked in to the cell, and slowly the background faded to a swirling abyss of black and red until all that was left were the bars of the cell- not the walls- the things inside the cell, and me. Slowly, however, an apparition of a man appeared on the other side, holding a tin cup and running it over the bars over and over again. He didn't appear to see me at first, but then he stopped abruptly and looked at me, his eyes as dark as death. He pointed his finger at the left side of my chest, beckoning towards my heart. I shook my head frantically. He repeated the motion, and I shook my head once more.The third time he motioned, however, my হৃদয় flung itself out of my chest and in to his hand. He crushed it between his fingers, a pain that I could still feel, placed my হৃদয় in to his cup, and sipped from it as he slowly disappeared. The cell vanished and I collapsed, still stuck in that dark and terrible hell. I bled to a degree that would have killed me in reality, হৃদয় অথবা no, but I didn't die. Not there. I couldn't die there. I was stuck there for the rest of eternity, unable to সরানো অথবা speak. Well, until I woke up, that is. I had that dream a number of times, actually...
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