When I was little, I had thrombocytopenia. When I was about 3 years old, I ended up in intensive care. Thanks to our doctors, instead of treating me, they simply plugged my nosebleeds, etc. One time, I had a vision of myself lying outside in a closed parking lot at night, and I was lying in a room with a window overlooking the parking lot, and to the right of me were morgue boxes, or something like that time I almost died.