"I ran from death, not the grim reaper, but like I was going to be killed for some reason. It was inside some kind of store, not a big one. Older people there, white robes maybe? They were the ones who were going to kill me. Death didn’t seem like the end in the dream, it seemed like it was supposed to happen, but I ran out of the building. Ran and hid throughout parts of the city. On a minecart at one point I think."

-oldest entry in my dream log, date unknown

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0FDyAQmJpuo