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Shit dude.

I had a rather traumatizing dream myself recently. Thing is, it was very symbolic.

To understand the symbolism, here are some of the happenings in my life. My sister flew to Zambia in September and we were on VERY bad terms when she left. We haven't spoken to each other in 2 months (taking turns to ignore each other's emails) but she recently sent all her friends (including me) an email in which she said she broke her laptop and wouldn't be able to write for a while. She asked if everyone was doing well and everything and I recognized that as my chance to make up. I really wanted to write a long long email and to apologize but in the end, I just couldn't write her more than three lines and that was that.

That night I had a very psychological nightmare. I dreamed that it was the day after I wrote back to my sister. Everything was going perfectly fine. I went out with my friends, had fun. At one point my mom called me to ask if my sis had written to me yet. I think I said no.

One of my friends accompanied me on the way home and she told that my sis might die one day soon and it would seem like I didn't care at all.

When I came home I started saying to myself that she could go to hell for all I cared, that I wouldn't miss her if she died, that I didn't care about her because she obviously didn't care about me to enough to send me a separate email instead of a group one. Then a friend of my sisters' called me on my cell and told me my sis had died. I went all "Pshhhhhhh, yeah right"

Then I noticed a sauce pot in the middle of the effing living room. My cat was circling around it like she wanted to eat whatever its contents were. Anyway, it smelled incredibly bad so I went over to see what the hell was inside.

It was my sister's body chopped up and boiling in a weird white liquid. I shouted, screamed, freaked, cried, everything. I called my dad and he said he'd handle it. He came home and he was very calm about it. I got the feeling that he was being calm for my sake. My mom got home too and even she didn't cry even though her face was all red and it was obvious she wanted to. So I went to my room and felt sorry for myself, started regretting everything I had said about my not caring about her, not writing a longer letter when I'd had the chance, being a nuisance to my parents and not letting them mourn their own daughter's death properly.

I woke up in the middle of the night and I was actually crying for real. At first I couldn't even realize if all that had happened had been a dream or not. Eventually I calmed down and went back to sleep.

edit: more tl;dr.
Seeing as most of the time people know what their greatest fears are, I've always thought of nightmares as a person's brain's attempt to prepare him/her for the possible situation in which those fears become reality. I also believe in the symbolism behind dreams. Although the message in my nightmare was more than crystal clear, I still can't get over my pride and make up with my sister. One thing I've learned though, is not to take her for granted anymore.

Mine is cuter.

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