They say that dream are not memories, they are either your hopes or your fears due to life's stresses. So I remember once again my pass dreams.
I dreamt of my mother dying—
Fear.
Of seeing my dearest friend inside a coffin—
Fear.
Then seeing her alive—
Hope.
Of being chased by demons, haunted by them—
Fear.
Of visiting the places I wished to—
Hope.
Meeting my greatest idols—
Hope.
Of dying—
Hope.
And of us, together—
Fear.
