I had a dream one that I was assaulted on a bed in an upstairs room. I think it was a doctor. I woke up and saw him. I physically died. I was dead. There was no pain before death or at the time of death. It's weird. I know I have to be careful with my imagination.
I don't care about the false rumours that are circulating around about me. It just reminds me how lame and childish adults can be.