I had a bad dream. A horrible dream.

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The other night I had a nightmare. It was horrible and terrible. I dreamed about death. And you know the word "Death" is such a scary word, right? And you could not imagine how I felt when I woke up. I was gasping for breath, trembling and felt terribly scared. I dreamed that my sister died unexpectedly. I was horrified when I knew that since we only rely on ourselves because we lost our parents at a very young age. She has twins and I was extremely worried for them. I knew how it feels to lose parents at a very young age. I was scared. Crying. And, I am afraid that it might have a bad meaning. I'm scared of death. I don't want anyone to die. I do not want to lose my love ones. I was badly brokenhearted at the age of 6 when my mother died, at 16 I lost my father. That was the hardest part in my life. It wasn't easy for me to accept his loss. But thank God i had my favorite aunt who truly cares for us. Unfortunately, my favorite aunt died too in that same year. The following year was my other aunt. These people loved me, supported me and believed on me. But they are all gone. And now, I don't want to lose anyone I love and I care in my life. That dream??? It scared me to death. I prayed and prayed. I asked forgiveness. I hugged my sister and told her to take good care of herself. I don't want to have that dream again. Thank you for reading, mylotters.