Death. Im not crazy

What do you call it when your dreams are filled with death?

Your friends,
Your family,
Your mother
Brother
Sister,

Different ways
Over and over
Drowned
Suffocated
Broken neck
Crushed,

Cornered every single one in the dreams
Night after night
No hesitation
No remorse.

Your cat starts speaking black,
Full of wisdom
Leading you through hell
Always being chased
Never any rest.

I need help i know
But they would call me crazy,
Im not crazy.

Just because my pool turned into a vast ocean
With sharks that attacked,
Just because my teacher became a murderer,
Just because i kill in my dreams,
And just because they're dreams not nightmares does not make me crazy,
Dont call me crazy.

........years and years of these dreams
And finally........
They stopped.

What would you call this?
What am i?
Am i good?
Am i bad?

Just..... whats wrong with me?
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i guess could be classified a story? I dont know