This has been on my mind. It's been a couple of days so I don't remember everything fully.
But basically,
A friend of mine in school and 2 peers of mine from elementary were all together. We were hanging out I guess.
The setting is very monotone, like all of my dreams. Everything is very futuristic and monotone, normal, bland. No mystical forms or colours.
We notice that a rich person is leaving their apartment. Then we decide to break into their apartment and steal stuff.
Once we get in this monotone uniform looking apartment, we sit and chill and talk and hangout. Then my friend kills me. Stabbing me with a knife.
But then, the murder is actually a vision. I didn't die. Just for a brief moment in all that anxiety that we were committing a crime we all had a dream in unison where my friend killed me. I don't know why we had that dream. But when we came back to reality, my friend was so happy they didn't kill me and I was so happy I wasn't dead. My other 2 peers felt the same way.
Then the cops were outside the apartment and we were hiding in the apartment locked in a room.
There was a hammock and large boxes. That's how we hid.
Then the cops broke in and found us. We failed our mission to steal but we all felt guilty enough after trying and after that collective vision of my death.
I can analyze this dream further, nothing that my friend in school is more of like a colleague than close friend. They're sort of like my competition or close peer.
My other two peers are just people I've been wanting to see but don't see often.
I've been thinking about this dream for the past couple of days and it has been hurting... because I was the one that died.... a death of betrayal
