I believe I was on vacation with my mother. It was dark and cloudy. A woman came up to us and explained that we had to get away from the hail or we would all die. My mom, the woman, and me tried to run away from the fog. The next thing I remember was my mom and I were sitting on a cement bench. The whole dream seemed green and mossy. It was damp, too. A man came up, and he had a knife in his hand. I knew he was going to kill us. He sliced through her stomach, and she died instantly. I knew then that it was my turn. He flung the knife into my stomach. Everything went black. Suddenly, I woke up, startled.
