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I had a nightmare.
In the dream someone was trying to strangle me.
The face of the attacker was blurred like it was shrouded in mist so I couldn't tell who it was.
I tried desperately to shake him off and gripped his wrists but it was to no use. I only felt my consciousness slowly leaving me.
I woke up as I completely lost my consciousness in the dream.
Inadvertently I felt for my neck.
Copious sweat was teeming down my entire body.
If I find some handprints on my neck this will turn into a piece of ghost story - I thought, as I went into the bathroom to take off my clothes. And the moment I looked in the mirror I froze.
They were there.
The vivid purple handprints.
Not on my neck, but on my wrists.