My dreams are not usually this vivid-- but last night is worth writing down.

I was alone one night in my apartment-- everything was a dark blue-- the room was quiet. My mom had left to go out with her boyfriend... I didn't care... I was just listening to some music, my headphones were pressed against my ears. I was slowly falling asleep. Suddenly my phone rang. My close friend was calling me. It was one in the morning. Quite unusual timing. So I picked it up, and she sounded so scared, her voice terrified. At first I could only hear her deep breathing, then I heard her cry out, "Are you okay? Is that you? Are you hurt?" Confused, I replied, "Yes, everything's fine. What's the matter?" She sighed but was still in disbelief that I was even alive... She quickly told me that my mom's boyfriend knew a psychic prophet... She said I was going to die... be murdered by two men... My friend hung up the phone. And I decided to ignore it all--

I turned my music back on-- listening to Coldplay again. When the vision hit me. I could see that old psychic woman, with her hallowed eyes. She spoke my name, predicting my death. I figured my mind was playing tricks on me, so I tried to ignore the vision. Fear and worry were like snakes in my stomach. So I arose from my bed and locked all the doors and windows to be safe...

I finally fell asleep. When my mom came through the door. She called out my name, nearly screaming with anxiety. I called back, "I'm here! I'm safe." And she calmed down, touching my face, as if I was a ghost. I saw at the door her boyfriend. He turned the whitest pale I've ever seen. He frowned at me worried. I tried to shake off what happened,
"How many of those psychic's predictions came true anyway?"
He looked sincerely at me, "All of them."

My mom shut the door on him. She went to sleep. It was three in the morning. But I couldn't fall asleep. My mind was staying awake. Paranoia was getting the best of me. I listened to the sounds of the wind outside. I just couldn't sleep. I walked into the bathroom. There was only a huge mirror in the room. I looked at my face-- it was half-possessed by some demon. I was still consciously there to observe this. Yet, I could only feel fear. My demon felt rage.

I slammed myself into the mirror. Screaming and cursing at myself. I didn't die as predicted yet. I had cheated death somehow. And now I was going to kill myself because I was still here existing. Death was after me. I crushed my body, snapping bones, into the mirror again. This time seeing the glass shatter and cut into my skin. A third time, I screamed and ran into the mirror. It was like I was trying to escape into the mirror's imaginary world. And the last thing I saw was my bloody face and demented eyes. I could feel the pain of the wounds, being only half-possessed. I collapsed to the floor, blood dripping down my arms.

Then I woke up... haha. Maybe this is a sign I'm too paranoid, no?