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Well, I used to have weird dreams when I was younger. About five out the six of them that I remember I end up dying XD. And all of them in a sense came true like the one I'm about to share with you. I am retelling this as I have remembered it so everything is not exact but the main idea is still here.

High Ranking Military Guy
I open my eyes and I'm in somewhere dark. I feel something binding my hands to my back and I feel two people on either side of me holding my arms. The two people lead me outside and we walk. We come to a place where the soldiers, whom I had commanded, are standing in their ranks in sqaure formations facing a platform in the center. They are all wearing blue uniforms. On the platform two people are waiting. One has white gray hair and the other person wore a black mask with slits for his eyes. I walk past all the soldiers and the two people beside me walk me up the stairs onto the platform. Everything is silent. They place my head and arms into a wooden restraint and the man with white hair speaks. I don't make out what he's saying but I look above me and I see a huge blade above my neck. I see a rope attached to the thing I'm in and I trace where the other end of the rope is. It's in the masked guy's hand. This whole time I had been feeling dread and fear. The guy in front of me finally stops what he's saying and signals the guy in the black mask. I look up at the blade and out of the corner of my eye I see his hand pull. I watch the blade come down. When I sense it right above my neck I have a sort of disconnecting feeling. Like I had suddenly pulled out of the situation. I wake up.

I had this dream sometime in the 5th grade and I never forgot it. Finally, towards the end of 6th grade we were reading a new chapter in our history book. We learned about this general that had commited some kind of crime and had been executed. When I turned the page I couldn't believe what I saw. I was an image of the same execution site that I had visited in my dream. With all the soldiers standing in their rows and the big platform in the center. It even had the blade. But there was one small difference. The man that had been speaking was holding something up in his hand for everyone to see. It was the head of a guy with white hair and blood was spilling out from the neck. And all I could thought was "My head!" As you might've guessed this experience had really weirded me out back then XDD.

probaly a past memory, a vivid last memory.