I was in a cold, dark cave, surrounded by mirros with thousands of eyes peeking out of them. I walked up to one of the mirrors and heard a very loud moan when I touched it. I fell backwards onto a rectangular platform and vines came up and wrapped themselves around my waist, ankles, and wrists. I squirmed and struggled to get free, until my wrists started bleeding profusely. I looked down towards my feet and saw that my legs had rotteded away into nothing but bone and they were surround by a pool of blood.
I started screaming and crying out in some language I couldn't understand... Then I started screaming out in Japanese... But I could understand what I was saying... For some reason a little girl appeared out of no where and started singing "Ring Around the Rosey.." and was skipping around the platform I was bound to.
I saw thousands of twisted faces and heard voices screaming. I closed my eyes and screamed as loud as I could... Then I woke up, but it was in my dream... I was on a bed of black satin, dressed in a long, lacey black dress. Someone was watching me from the corner, I could see the dark red eyes peering at me. I let out a quiet gasp as a man dressed in all black, with shoulder-length blonde hair, and a devilish grin stepped into the light. He let out a sort of scream and jumped onto the bed.
I huddled into a corner of the bed and started sobbing. He crawled over and gently hugged me and told me not to cry in Italian "Nessun rotture.."