Knife thrower

Another strange dream came to yours truly just now. I’m kind of freaked out by it because someone I knew died in this dream.

He died saving me.

I remembered we were outside this gym or something, wearing our shoes. Suddenly, masked thugs carrying knives appeared out of nowhere and attacked us. He threw himself in front of me to protect me. One of the thugs had a lucky strike and managed to slice my hand. My hand felt as if it was on fire. I could REALLY feel the wound. Even if it was only dream.

“No!” he cried and inspected my hand. Then I noticed that one of the goons was charging towards him.

I screamed his name but it was too late. The dude had already impaled his knife into his head and the blade came out at the other side. He crumpled to the ground and blood was pouring out. I could actually smell the blood. It was so vivid. I knelt down beside him and yelled at him to stay with me. Tears streamed down both of my cheeks and I went unconscious but the whole time, I knew I was physically crying, screaming at him to stay alive.

He was dead. Because of me.

Then the dream carried on but I’m not going to explain it. But afterwards, I was just so depressed. So frustrated. So tired of life.

When I woke up, I was really crying. I told my parents that I was just worried about exams but I was actually crying about him dying.  

I think I’m going crazy. I don’t think I’m myself anymore.