In the nightmare, I'm in my bed at home, in the Fire Nation palace. I'm ten or eleven, and Azula just told me that Dad was going to kill me. That wasn't the dream. That actually happened. In my dream-my nightmare-I hear a rustling noise and sit up. I've always been a light sleeper, and it's saved my life sometimes. I look around my room, Azula's words echoing in my mind ("Dad's gonna kill you. Really, he is.") and fearing that for once, she did not lie to me.
I see nothing so I lay down again. It was probably wind from a storm. I turn from my side to my back, wondering, oh so desperately hoping that she lied. There's a dark shape above me.
"Mom?"
Then the lightning comes and in a flash I realize that it isn't Mom. It's Dad, with an insane, terrorizing expression on his face. Another flash and I see the dagger. Then the yelp (not from him, I understand-it's my own scream of pain) as the knife plunges into my chests and ends me.
I awake with a start and realize something:
It all could very well have been real.