he was laughing, but in a mean way. i was running away from him even though i wanted to run toward him, but he had a knife. i wasn't afraid of him killing me, though. i knew he wanted to, but mostly i was just so sad that he felt that way. he caught up to me and started stabbing me a lot. i didn't scream. i just kept saying, "why?" he kept laughing. then i woke up. =(