5:55am: I
wake up crying hysterically

I call Dave
and I’m still crying uncontrollably.

Dave: (in
his deliriousness) What’s wrong??

Me: (I can’t
answer because I’m hyperventilating. This goes on for at least 5 minutes)

Dave: HEY,
tell me what’s wrong

Me: I had a
bad dream….

Okay, I
know I’m not 5 years old anymore, but this was no ordinary “horrible” dream. I
dreamt that my sister and I were going to die on the same day (I think we both
had some kind of degenerative disease that was going to kill us within 24 hours,
maybe radioactive poisoning or something), and while I’m running around trying
to tell people that it’s my last day to see them EVER, my sister remains
composed as ever,  and my mom is even (more)
eerily stoic. At night we go to church and she asks one of my friends (I think
it was Young Hae- so random) if she could pray for me because “I’m sick.” She
doesn’t even mention the fact that I’m going to die. I start crying (in my
dreams) because my mom starts to show a little emotion (because I think she
realizes that it’s almost the end of the day and time is literally ticking). And
I start panicking and being really scared. And then all I remember is me being
led away by the doctors while I’m saying bye to Dave and I see him completely
breaking down. By this time I’m losing it too. O.M.G.

And then I wake up and I
realize that I’m crying (in real life) like a newborn baby who is in need of a
diaper change.  

Fine, I
left out some details because I can’t for the life of me remember my dreams
vividly, but let me tell you, I’ve never felt that the dream was SO real and SO
scary and SO painful. Geez. If I think about it now my eyes get watery.

Point of
story: I need to be grateful everyday and not take what I have for granted (cliché
but true)  and also, I realized that I’m very insecure of my friendships. so if i seems the least bit sensitive, please bare with me!