I once had one of those dreams where you keep jumping perspectives. First I was the "damsel in distress" for lack of a better word whose betrothed had recently been murdered and his gentleman friends were trying to figure out who the murderer was while protecting me. It was sort of set in the victorian era so they were very chivalrous. It was night time and one of the men was watching over me while I slept. I suddenly switched perspectives and was now in the man's point of view but I felt detached like I was viewing a movie through him and his thoughts were the narration. It was trying to figure out who the murderer was, and he had just figured it out. He was thinking "It was him, it was him."
When he said that I was mentally yelling at him, sort of like when you yell at the screen when the person is about to open the door and you know there's a guy with an axe behind it waiting for them. I was just yelling, "Don't say that! People die when they say that in movies!" Just then I felt a presence and the guy whose perspective I was in died and I woke up.


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I've known worse... 



That's scary....

