I guess you can say that like most dreams  with the exception of all of the main characters were deceased. To give you some background information,I was in High school and just a few years before my family had decided to tell me the truth about my grandmother. You see I never knew she was my grandmother I honestly thought she was my mother.  Now I never knew the story before that my mother had died when I was very young. I always wondered what they were doing when they would pass me over the grave site after church.  My grandmother told me it was a ritual done to very young children so that the dead would not  bother them. I was in the 6th grade when I found out but My dream did not happen until I was a freshman in High school. We had just got out for christmas break and some friends and I were talking on the bus about parents and I distinctly remember telling them that I really did not cryor nor could I  miss what I never had. Well christmas came and went and I got in tne bed for a nights rest, I heard my grandmother tell me as she routinely did to say my prayers. Of course I did what I was told and went to sleep.

The dream was so vivid and clear and I will never forget I was sitting with my family and we were in the kitchen.  I heard somone call my name under my bed I wanted to answer but I was told never do that(you know older people are so superstitious) I looked under the bed to see my sister at the edge of the bed beckening me to come and play with her. My sister was deceased also.  I stared to cry and looked around for help because she grabbed me and started to pull me under. I cried out and could see my family but they could not hear me. I then pulled away and started to run but was not going anywhere.  I screamed again and this time I heard a voice teling me to not be afraid that she was sorry she(my sister) would never hurt me.I looked a round to see an odd figure calling to me.  I knew this was my mother although I had never seen her before. She once again told me that she was sorry that she left me and that she would always be around. She asked me to come to her but I was afraid, so I did not go. Once again my grandmothers words came to mind. Never go with anyone in your dreams because you will die in your sleep and never come back.  I then saw tears in her eyes as I told her I just wanted to go back with the rest of the family. I told her that I loved her but I could not go.  She said that she understood and  that she only wanted to tell me one last thing... Happy birthday. I just cried harder and she drew nearer to place her hand on my shoulder...I than woke up a little after 12am it was my birthday and I had finally woke up out of my nightmare. My sheets were soaked with sweat and tears soaked my pillow. I had only been asleep for about two hours but talking to her seemed like and eternity,Why was it my scareiest nightmare...because I had never been afraid of death until that day and I had never had a dream to feel so real..and in may ways it was real to me.      

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