Stabbed by my Fiance & Sister. Not Again!

I thought my fiancé and sister killing me was just a nightmare—until it started happening again, exactly the same.7:50 PM. The doorbell rang. Scarlett stood outside in her blue sweater while I wore my gray hoodie—identical to my dream. When Rex broke down the door, I frantically texted Cass: "Call police. Please."But he didn't bring any police.After we "fought off" Rex together, Cass pointed at the unconscious intruder: "Check if he's breathing. Right there." That spot—exactly where I'd died in my dream.I hesitated. Scarlett urged, "It's safe."The moment I bent down to check, Rex's eyes snapped open. The knife plunged into my ribs again. Through the searing pain, I caught the look between Cass and Scarlett—cold, disappointed.This wasn't coincidence. This was...