I was walking along a large, abadoned highway that seemed to go on forever.
I reached a pitch black tunnel and when I emerged I was my fursona, I thought this might be a cool dream but then the road went dark and the only light was from a flickering streetlight about a kilometre away.
I was seriously freaked out so I ran for this light but it kept getting further away, I kept running until I found my self running across blood-stained, broken glass the light was gone when I looked up and I couldn't see a thing.
The next time I blinked I was on an operating table while surgeons were drilling into my leg without putting me to sleep, I began to scream and the doctors tried to restrain me, they held me down and finished the procedure.
I blinked again and I was in the middle of a barren, misty road, ahead was an intersection with a wreakcage in the center.
I approached it and I realized it was my Dad's car, no one was around, both cars were vacant.
But then I looked in the passenger seat and I saw...
Myself, I was bleeding and mangled, my face was covered in blood
I don't know why but I felt compelled to reach in the car and touch my neck.
I was cold, no pulse, nothing.
I was dead
I heard screams and sirens I tried backing away from the scene but everywhere I turned I saw my dead body, the screrams kept getting louder until the point that it was deafining.
When I woke up I was drenched in cold sweat, I ran to the bathroom and threw up.
I'm still shaking.......