“I’ve been having these thoughts lately...like, is any of this real...or not?” - Sora

I had this dream last night that scared the ever living crap out of me. This is the closest thing to a death dream that I have ever experienced. It seemed so real that I was afraid to open my eyes. I don’t know if there has been a moment that I have been so scared in my life. I know that If I describe the dream to you, you may laugh, but from where I was - it was awful.

This was my dream:

I had gone to a local gas station to fill up the van one night. Normally, I’d pay at the pump, but for some reason, I had to go inside to pay. When I went inside, I saw that my Dad was in the line. The cashier wouldn’t take his credit card, but when I offered to pay his bill, they refused my payment. The lady’s comment was something to the effect of, “He comes in here enough... we’ll get his money sooner or later.” I was struck a little odd by the comment, but Dad’s response was “Well in that case...” as he started grabbing fist fulls of lottery tickets. Being terribly upset with him, I paid my bill and stormed outside of the store. I remembered mumbling to myself “He promised that he’d never do that in front of me...” As I noticed that my van was no longer parked next to the building as it had been when I went into the store to pay, I realized that it was parked facing the outside of the lot. I went over cautiously to the van and climbed in. As I buckled my seat belt, I looked out of the front windshield and I saw Death. Death had a physical body and looked as stereotypical as ever: a black, hooded cloak, he held a large sickle...he had a large clock hanging around his neck... being petrified, I press the clock button on my van’s radio and viewed the time in a font not native to my van... in a split second I felt if an earthquake had hit or lightning struck me of something. All I remember was a loud bang and a flash of white...

As I said before, I was almost too scared to open my eyes. It wasn’t until I heard what sounded like a dove land on the roof that I opened my eyes to see that I was in my room. I am not sure whether I was relieved or not when I opened my eye. I really don’t know how to describe what happened last night and I know that it didn’t help that I almost died twice today via car accident.

Was my dream a warning? Was my dream a premonition? Or was my dream just a dream? I don’t know, but I’ve been bothered about it all day.