You know that moment you think about where your going to go when you die? It's a pretty scary thing to think about sometimes when you don't believe there is a heaven. You have no idea of where you'll end up. In my dream last night, for some reason I was dead. I can't remember if it showed why, or of it left that part out. I was scared. I was in the same world, but everything was different, everything was dull. I was seeing people whom I thought to be dead. I was crying as I had seen my Grandmother, the one I was named after. The woman who had raised my mother. There were more, and trust me, there were plenty, ones I didn't know, and ones I do,  well, their names I won't mention because, I don't want this to make anyone as sad as I was when I dreamt this. They had all explained that I was joining them, to wait for the rest of the family. I told them it would be a long time. And the last thing they said. "Forever is a long time. But when it's for the people you love and care about, it's worth it." and when I woke up, I felt a tear wiping down the side of my face.
         If you took the time to read this, thank you.