Falling into desperate hands

Date: 1/9/2017

I enter the dream world on an empty stomach, tears rolling down my light red coated cheeks. my mind was racing hoping for good dreams but knowing I'll only get nightmares. I have never had a real dream, Everytime I sleep it's about my death... This dream correction, nightmare- was actually really weird. Everytime I sleep I get transported into a looking glass watching my endless deaths without being able to help. I can never save myself and I can never get pass my dreams it always starts and ends with me dying then it repeats. This dream I had, I was falling. Falling, Falling, Falling and falling deeper into the dark pits of hell. I land on hands like at a concert instead of being passed around like I always wanted- I'm being grabbed at and. ripped apart limb from limb. All hands small, medium or big, all races, Dark, American, Cacausian, Native, Indian even Asian, Light, Mixed and in-between. Gripping and Grabbing tearing me apart- the pain and agony I had never felt before but all races fade into the darkest hottest molten color that came out of my body blood. I can never die peacefully in these dreams in fact I stay in a desperate hope, waiting for it all to end but it doesn't. when I finally woke up I realized I was bleeding and I had hurt myself once again this morning...