In a lot of my dreams, I dream I am running. I am always running from something be it human, animal or monster, but I am always running. I have dreamed of my own death, I have dreamed of loved ones who are dead. One of the dreams I can't forget is the one about my departed older sister. You see, when she passed, I was living in another state, newly married to someone not so nice. I was not allowed to go to the funeral, so I didn't. Years later, I was in a new relationship and I kept having the same dream over and over, but this time I awoke screaming, sweating and crying. The dream starts with me standing in the hallway in my aunt's house. I am looking into the kitchen but I can barely see into it. It's foggy and it's getting thicker. I began to shake from not knowing, the fear is strong and as I look down to see why my feet can't move I hear a voice. The voice is soft and sweet, like a bird's summer song. As I look up, I see my loving sister calling, "Becky..!" she says, "Come to me."

Her arms are stretched out, and she wants me close, but when I finally get my feet free from the spot they're stuck in and move towards her, she begins to be pulled away from me. I try to get to her. I'm running now, but still I can't touch her. I reach for her hand, and just as our fingers try to touch, she looks at me and says, "You will never know what it's like to have someone to love you again," and she is snatched from me. The hallway gets longer and longer. I'm running as fast as I can but I can't see her anymore, and then I start to cry. Then I awake....alone.