I don't think I've ever told this full nightmare, it kind of scared me even now.

I was 4 years old...

My dream started like a normal day in my life. School, lunch, home. My mom told me to take a bath because she got a new bath knob for holloween. Don't ask I don't know. The bath knob was a average cartoon witch, green skin and and black and purple clothes with a cauldron.
She turned on the bath and I was appearantly in a swim suit. the witch came out of the thing and "killed" me.
This... Is what scares me.

So basically I watched it legit kill me from a 3rd person point of view. I don't remember what she did.
I remember my mom coming in and started crying. She called the police and I had to watch my funeral and everything before ethe witch brought me back to life.
We then went picking rasberrues.

OH WIAT THEIRS MKRE.

So she killed most of my friends infront of me then my parents.
Then brought them back to life a week later and said.

"No more"

This spanned out over a week of nightmares and the day after the last dream I slept with my mom.

. . .

I didn't learn about death until I was 6 years old.

None the less funerals.
And for the first 9 years of my life I didn't even think that parents died.

I don't know how this ever even came into my mind.