This is The Dream.
I remember it so vividly, because of how eerily it mirrored the events that were soon to occur…

I’m sitting in a room.
A large, cavernous space.
There’s a large, dark screen, spread across the wall in front of me.
This is a screening room in a cinema.
I am the only one here.
Just me, the numerous vacant seats around me, the black screen and my slightly elevated heartbeat.

But I’m not alone.

No, I can feel their prescence beside me.

They’re wearing a perfume, of some sort.
It smells of strawberries.

My head can’t move, I realise.
And I can’t seem to close my eyes.

I try to speak aloud.

A strained gasp is all I can muster.

A stream of light streaks through the darkness.
The projector turning on.

The screen fills with white.

As I watch, large black letters fill the screen:

CLOSE AS PERIL.
WORD IS BOND.

The girl next to me leans close, breathing into my neck.

“Are you watching closely?”

The knife glints as it flicks to my neck—