In my dream, you asked if I was dreaming. “You’re experiencing hell in reality.” I couldn’t remember if I spoke. What is hell? Your skin was blue, and from a fish to a spider to a blue man, you told me to wake up.
In another dream, someone tried to cut off my head, leaving s scab that looped around my neck, like a choker.
In the last dream, they finally cut off my head. I jumped out onto the blade, asking for it. I tried to keep my head near my body with my shoulder, my brain felt cold, and of course, I couldn’t speak anymore. Blinking was still possible. It took a long time for me to die in that dream.