Date: 7/13/2016
By emmyloo
I was out somewhere, I think with my dad and someone else. Unclear how but an x-acto knife was thrown into my throat, slicing it open pretty well. I think I remember my dad clasping on to it to stop the bleeding. Next thing I know, my neck is heeled and I am safe, but I have a large obvious scar in my neck. I spent the rest of the dreamt coming to terms with the trauma of the experience. I constantly touched the scar on my next and couldn't stop thinking about it. When I woke up, it took me a very long time to realize it wasn't real.