From Anonymous: Worst Nightmare

In the worst nightmare of my life, all of my family died. In my dream, I was in school, and my teacher pulled me to the side and said that my family was dead. I refused to believe her. Suddenly I was at home and my house was empty. All the lights were off and I looked around at the lonely bedrooms. I could not believe it was happening. I thought I must have been dreaming, but it was all too real and I couldn't wake up. I never felt so lonely as I did at that moment. I have never been more lost. I wished so much I could just wake up and that life could start over. That I could just see their faces once more. I was hysterical. My life seemed to be completely over and I could not find a reason to live. Then I woke up. My pillow was soaked because I had been crying in my sleep, which is something that has only happened to me once. I felt my face and my blankets and looked at my room. I heard t.v. coming from another room. It was a weekend morning, very relaxed, and the bright morning sun shone brightly. It was all a dream. I ran to the next room to see if my family was there. There they sat, completely unaware of the trauma I had been through. It was just another morning for them. I ran to my family and hugged them. After they got me calmed down I explained why I was so happy to see them. Nothing has taught me the value of my family more than that dream. There is not a single moment that goes by when I am not thinking of them, praying for them, and thankful for their health.