As a child, I guess it's only normal to be afraid of nightmares. Dreaming of someone dying, losing someone or other. But this is different. My nightmares kept on becoming reality. Some of the terrifying don't, which is why I'm thankful. There are happy ones but they all ended up in a disastrous event. The joyful with tragic dreams didn't happen. Or was it "still didn't happen" What I didn't like is we'll get ourselves killed. Sometimes I ended up dying to save a girl whom I love? I also dreamt about me killing my friends. For some reason, those kind of dreams won't or still didn't happen till now. And that's weird for me. One of my dreams is while I was walking on my way to school, I met a girl in my dream and got shot. It happened the following day. I kept it a secret when I was a child because I also dreamt that a man with a sliced right arm and is holding a knife on the other threatened me to not say anything. when I grew up, I kept telling the people, but they wouldn't believe me. Until my dream that someone threatened me really happened. Luckily, someone saved me. I was startled and was confused because in my dream I was gonna die. It was like he defies the laws of my dreams and changed my fate. He changed my entire life from that day forth. A lot have happened until we lost someone we love and we became dark. From city heroes to supervillains.
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