The first nightmare was about a video game. I woke up in the midnight. None one -- not even my mom -- was in home. I was hungry; I must had haven't eat dinner or something at night. I went to the kitchen to eat left over pasta from yesterday or two days ago. As I was back, I tried to sleep, but I couldn't. A few attempts later and no sleep --  neither a wink -- came to me. I found out that I couldn't sleep and of that, I was bored, so bored. I took out my old Ninitendo DS and turned it up, but the battery was dead. I couldn't find my charger for it. God... . I could play my XBOX 360 and it was in my room along with a small TV from the early 00s. The TV isn't a HDTV but a normal one you see in the 90s. When I started it up, no the start up or dashboard showed up. Merely a video of a  20-year old woman getting beaten up by a spiritual force. The woman was talking a foreign language -- French, German or Dutch. It started in her dream. She was gripped and held by iron grippings upon a wall. She woke up and said like she said, ''Where... am I?'' A figure emerged from the darkness, but remained unseen by the girl or the viewer. It said in a common male teenager's voice. It said as if it said, ''Your death.'' The woman screamed ''no'' in her language. Something struck her in the lower torso. Then the left arm and the head. Then camera focused on the real world. The woman didn't made inhaling or snoring sounds; she was dead. She died in her dream. As soon as she rose up from her bed, I found out she wasn't dead, but I was wrong. She got on her computer. Then she clicked the Internet Explorer and got on DeviantArt. She had several lacerations and open wounds on her body; where she was hit. On her bed was a pool of her own blood. After, she typed in her password and username. She posted a status update saying she was dead in English. A picture of herself dead showed up with slash marks all over her lower torso, left arm and head. Then she dropped dead.

   I woke up and went back to sleep again.

   I woke up in my room. The walls were grey. It was morning outside, an early morning. I jumped out of my bed. A white door was there. I walked towards it slowly and opened it slowly too. I wanted to eat breakfast. I walked down the stairway to an American kitchen. When I was on the way to the kitchen, I felt a huge feeling of depression. I got to my kitchen and ate an apple. I merely ate an apple. After breakfast, I was thinking about a way to stop this depression. According to knowledge given by the dream, I have had depression for 2 years. A thought funneling into my mind and started to form, suicide. It could take me away from my depression. Not the medicine, doctors' or psychologists' advice but this. I had to commit suicide. I went to the nearest cupboard. What I could find there was small and flat pots. The neighboring cupboards were full of small knives and items such as cheese graters. Useless, but the bottom, adjacent, large cupboard had all I need; large knives it had. I grabbed a knife with a green grip. I was trying to stab myself in the head, but I couldn't. I dropped the knife on the floor and rushed to my bathroom. I ran over the stairs. I tripped on one step and broke the roots of one of my teeth. I got up and continue to rush to the bathroom. In the bathroom, I searched for any pills, tablets or medicine. It was in a cabinet with a mirror as a door. I open the cabinet wildly, causing its mirror to smash into shards, and took an armful abundance of medicine. I sat on the floor and opened each medicine one by one. I took mouthfuls of each dose. I felt very weird and my vision blacked out. As before and after my vision blacked out, I puked hard, but it was enough to keep me from death.

    I woke up again and thought, ''What the fucking hell I would dream that!'' I slept to dream my third and final nightmare of this night.

    I was in my bathroom, dead and alive at the same time. I still was feeling weird and ill. Also I was weak. I got up hardly and was walking down the stairs when I felt after stepping past the midst step. I felt no pain. I crawled or lingered to the doorway, only to see someone smashing through a left window. The person who smashed through it wasn't a person; it was a dark, demonic figure. It then took the form of the woman in the first dream and grabbed me with speed. Its face morphed; the eyeballs moving back far and its mouth expanding than the usual size of the human mouth. It sucked my soul and threw me out the window it came through and over my house's porch. I plummeted to my death. I was too weak to scream and my body aching with chemically-lame feeling. My body ripped to shreds as it landed on tall, black spikes.

   I woke up and never slept. It was 4:00 AM. I felt little scared through out the mourning and I do right now.