I’m dying and I know I’m dying. I also know this is a dream, but I can’t wake up. I’m put through every type of death imaginable. Fire scars my skin, My lungs burn from not getting enough oxygen. I’m thrown off a building but instead of flying I fall faster as if the earth has more the 9.81 gravity. I’m stabbed multiple times in the chest. I’m transferred to a room, that when my feet immediately touch the floor the walls close in. With every new death, the more a barrier blocks my way out. When I do eventually wake up I curl into a ball and rock back and forth, reminding myself that I am only 17, I’m only 17. Sometimes I fall back to sleep repeating this, other times I cry myself back to sleep. Very rarely have I ever gone back to sleep and dream of a TV show I watched recently, manipulating the plot a little so I can interact with the characters.