The Dream

The Dream

The dream was horrible, scary and it was becoming reality. It was early Saturday morning and I woke in sweats, my hands and legs were trembling and my face was sticky and wet from tears. My eyes were sore and swollen. I was having flashes of my dream but could not recall everything. I could remember a funeral, a hospital, crying. But who died and why!

I rested my head on my pillow but every time my eyes closed those terrible feelings and images re-appeared. There was no use trying to fall asleep now, so I got up and went downstairs. Time passed and eventually the dream became just a vague memory. It was not for a very long time, before I had ever thought about it again. Life was perfect, I had no problems.

Life took a sudden turn. One evening while having dinner, I suddenly felt dizzy and collapsed to the floor. I could hear everyone frantic behavior, my name being yelled out. But I was unable to awake. I was rushed to the hospital. I woke shortly aft...