My parents and relatives were crying at the backyard but everything seem to be a blur for me.
Each time I walk closer to them the distance just gets longer and longer. I woke up, thank God it was just a dream. I was on an aeroplane going to Chicago. I looked out the window, the sun was so bright that I thought we were just right next to it. My eyes started to hurt so I turned to my parents, they were asleep.
The strange thing was that all the passengers in the plane was asleep. Not a single soul was
awake. The plane was quiet. Too quiet. I just continued looking out the window, it wasn't hot at all. In fact, the light was calm and relaxing.
I dozed off again. The oxygen masks on the top dropped. Was I suppose to put it on? I was breathing perfectly. The plane was going down, the pressure against my body was harder than usual. I thought the pilot was just landing the plane. An ambulance came, I was on the stretch out bed so was everyone else. I jumped up from my seat, I was so relief it was just a dream. The funny thing is that I never did remember arriving at the airport. I took out my mirror from my bag, I couldn't see a thing. I was so confuse. I looked at my fingers, they were covered in blood. I screamed and panicked. I looked at my
parents and blood was oozing out from their nose and ears. I started screaming for help.
Everyone was still sleeping, how is that possible! It then hit me that I was dead. My dreams were just mere memories and I was suppose to walk in to that warm light but missed it.
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