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Last night I had a dream that I died. Mike was in my room, and I didn't feel good, so I walked to the bathroom down the hall and looked at myself in the mirror, and my eyes were shut but I could see them, and my left eye was lower than the right. I walked back into my room and said something's wrong. I never felt so tired and weak before. I felt myself start to pass. I fell forwards in slow motion, and everything turned black before I landed. It was like falling asleep whether you wanted to or not. I felt my life end and I knew there was nothing I could do about it. Then I remember only seeing black, and existence ending. I remember the feeling. I know what it feels like to die.