I dreamed I was a tiger. A fierce tiger feared by all, until I met that one small gazelle which wasn't afraid of me. It told me it was my friend. That was the first time anyone had ever said those words to me. That gazelle changed my life when it uttered those words and I suddenly didn't feel like a tiger any more. I was no longer a tiger. I was a gazelle. But this gazelle got eaten by the new tiger and was no more. I guess all dreams have a meaning behind them- I'm supposed to be dead.

I dreamed I was a leaf hanging onto a tree with a bunch of other leaves. My friends. The wind blew strong and I held on to my friends for support but they let go. I dreamed I fell all alone to the ground. I was gone

There was another dream I had. In this dream I was human but alone. All my friends were online and I couldn't reach out to them. In this dream I needed friends with me but they were all in a different country. I took my own life in this dream. Hung myself. Only this dream wasn't a dream. This was reality.