"Sounds good," Azoni agreed, punching her pillow into a more comfortable shape and settling down. "Wake me up when you start falling asleep." After a few minutes, she fell into a deep sleep. At first, her dreams were peaceful and untroubled.
However, they soon took a darker turn. Ropes wrapped around her wrists, dragging her forward and into what looked like a wedding hall. She tried to yell for help, but she couldn't make a sound and no matter how hard she dug in her heels she kept being dragged down the aisle. Standing at the altar was a woman dressed up in a gorgeous wedding dress, and Azoni was pulled beside her. The woman turned around, and Azoni was horrified to see that she was a rotting corpse. She tried to back off the altar, but before she could take a step, the corpse grabbed her throat and began to choke her.
She woke up screaming.