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I died in my dream and knew I was dreaming. I woke up in a mansion filled with other people who died with me. It was sad because my whole family died with me. There were demons trying to get us and we had to run and hide all over the house but couldn’t leave. It was like limbo. Then a demon dragged me into a deep dark hole like a well. I fell for what seemed like forever. As I left the “limbo” mansion and left my family behind, I remembered I was dreaming.