I was having a hell of nightmare last night.
My family were all killed by this psychopath neighbour. This well-known psychopath neighbour, he was at my age, currently unemployed and was at the lowest point of his life.
I was the last person dying. I got stabbed in the chest for quite a countless time.
The dream was on a repetition mode. Every time I got myself killed the dream was none but starting again. It was like I was giving another chances to save my family from this psychopath neighbour. Something which I kind of failed to deliver. But it never stop me from trying.
Hell, I am the king of my life and death. Even my most horrendous dream spares me my chances.