She's dying and she's surrounded by everyone that she loves.
They're all staring at her, waiting for her to move on.
Her breathing begins to grow rapid.
The fluid now filling up her lungs.
She is scared, but so sick of feeling ill.
She's ready to go.
The last breath is taken.
She closes her eyes.
No one coming for her.
Still eternal darkness....
This is the same dream I've had more often than late.
If I could give myself an analysis based on the dream, you'd think I feared death.
Maybe it's due to me being a mother and wife.
Wanting to hold onto everything that is surrounding my life.
Wanting to freeze life from death.
Obviously we all know that's not possible.
I have faith.
I have faith in God.
I have faith in my Christianity upbringing.
I have faith there is a heaven.
But this damn dream-you'd think that I had zero faith.
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Thankfully I know it's just a dream.
But it's one of those that I'll think about all darned day.