I dream. A man with a meteorite dagger stands in front of me. Silently. Out of curiosity, I take my first step towards him and keep moving forward until I stop about 3 feet from him. Suddenly, he slashes my arm with his dagger. It hurts so bad, so deep. I’m getting a wound in my right arm. But then, my vision blurred. When I wake up, the wound is still there with blood all over the sheets.