I remember a girl who was supposed to be my step daughter or something that I yelled at and scolded for doing something bad. I actually have no step daughter (that I know of anyway), but she hated me for disciplining her. Anyway, Gabe somehow got ahold of some silverware and stuff from the kitchen, and I found it strewn about the living room. I cleaned up most of it and told him not to mess with it, asked what I was going to do with him and so on. Jimmy made some remark, something about there was still more maybe, so I picked that up and jokingly tossed a butter knife in his direction. Apparently this knife was really sharp because it lodged itself into his arm and went through, drawing blood. Horrified, I ran to him and removed the knife, freaking out. I started crying and apologizing and begging him to see a doctor, but he simply said he was sorry and shouldn't have been teasing me. I just kept crying and begging as he bled out, and part of the wound bubbled as if someone had poured peroxide on it. He seemed to get sleeper and sleeper as his blood drained out, and I continued to sob, telling him we were going to the ER. I woke up from this dream sobbing, and real life Jimmy had to calm me down before I could even think of going back to sleep.
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