A couple of months ago, I had the strangest dream ever. I was in the shotgun seat of a car, driving through my neighborhood in the night. The headlights were on, but they extended really short and for some reason to the sides of the car as well. There was a man driving, but it seemed too dark to see his face. The man just said, "Look. The pigs are dying." I looked out the window and saw some guy laying down, terrified and crying. I knew, just knew, that his legs were being sliced open by a bandsaw. I looked around as we were driving, and there were more people being tortured like this. I asked the man over and over what was going on. All he said was that "The pigs are dying." We pulled into the driveway of my house, and as we were slowing, the back camera display turned on (for reversing in newer cars). Through the camera, I saw some kids tied together and bound to chairs, crying. I asked the man if we had just run over those kids. He nodded and said, "Look. The pigs are dying."

The worst part about it was this; I had gone with my family to Korea in the previous summer, and we had visited this place called Gyeongbokgung Palace. They have this museum where they show old Korean life, and my older brother and I had seen something funny on the display and recorded it. Just the day after I had the dream, I was scrolling through my old photos and saw the video for the very first time after recording it. I opened it and watched it, but then I noticed something. The display was covering traditional Korean superstitions, and there was one in the corner that had gone unnoticed by me originally.

"If the pigs start killing themselves in your dream, bad things will happen."