Death

Date: 7/8/2016

My little sibling had died from being stabbed by a person. I don't know who they were but I assume it was my mother. I was in tears as I held her bloodied lifeless body. My mind rushed with memories of us together and the time I wish I was there. Moving along to the next dream was my calm mother and strict grandparent. That was when I assumed it was her who killed my sister. I don't know where my other sister was but I shrugged it off. I remember her calmly telling me to go upstairs with to so she could 'show' me something. I was suspicious but went up anyways. I don't remember what happened beyond that but I do recall being in shock of what happened. After that I had found myself in the hallway on my way to the art room at my school. I had what looked like a blue liquid in this syringe in my bag. In the middle of class I excused myself and entered the hallway, standing there injecting the liquid in my arm. (Now this is the part where I was terrified in the real world. I actually felt this feeling) I felt my heart rate slow down and near to death is what the feeling was. I walked back but my heart rate went back to normal. I tried again and again but my heart kept rejecting it and keep being in a stable rate. I assumed I was attempting a suicide but I don't know why. Then I woke up.