I was in an old house with big windows with dark drapes. A man I didn't know was chasing me with a knife through all the rooms in the house. I realized that I couldn't outrun him. I was pinned on a couch, and I saw the knife coming down. Then I was out of my body, watching him stab me all over my body. Then nothing, I was dead. He was dead too, and another girl I didn't know. We were all stuck in limbo together, stuck in that house. I tried to run away from him, but he couldn't hurt me anymore. I felt my fingers. They were grey, cold, and pruny. I watched the other girl's face decaying. I wondered if we were still in our bodies, that we couldn't be because we were dead, and wondered where our bodies were.. I felt sad for myself because I had died so young. I started remembering my own memories. I believed I was actually dead, even though I knew it wasn't real. It felt real. Then she was talking about her husband. I started crying because I miss my boyfriend. I never had the chance to marry him and I was extremely sad all of a sudden. I cried. I was overcome with grief, and I jolted myself awake, scared and confused. I wasn't dead. I reached over and felt him and he was there. I held his hand and went back to sleep, careful not to fall back into the same nightmare.