I dreamt of dying by the hands of an executioner, who was standing to my left. My hands were tied behind my back. I was wearing a long white gown and my long dark hair was disheveled.
There was a stone wall to my right with maybe two torches attached to the wall that dimly lighted the air.
One person in front of me was also in the same uncomfortable position where our feet were tucked underneath and our heads bowed down in submission.
The date of my death was August 19 when that long wooden axe came down on my neck, not once, but twice because the first blow was not successful. Both strikes were painless.
I remember hovering above my body after the second strike of the long wooden axe before I awoke from my dream.
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