I was at the funeral with my husband, mother, uncle and sister. But for some reason all of us including the dead body ended up in the middle of the road. The body was out of the coffin. It was embalmed and yet still alive. I was not sure if he was my father or my uncle. But he looked at me so angry. Whatever I have done to him, it must be pretty bad. The look in his eyes was as sharp as knife. I was so scared and I was hiding behind my husband. Then, the body started to smell. My mother and my uncle decided to burn the body right there in the middle of the road. The hungry fire ate it for only a very short time. But my sister was mad. She wanted to tell everyone what my mother and uncle have done. So, I was following her wherever she went to convince her not to tell anyone since our mother was involved in it. We were on the top of the building and on the top of the tree (I was a pretty good climber, I guess), and walking on the small branch of the tree trying to talk to her out of it. Then I heard a sound, it's getting louder and louder and louder. Then, I opened my eyes. It was my alarm clock waking me up.
Ahhh... Thank you God. It was just a dream. It was scary.
I got up scared and was still shaking up when I was taking a shower. My dream was still playing in my head. I tried to think what made me dream like that. Then, I realized yesterday I had so many things going on which bothered me mentally and emotionally. I went to bed with my mind and heart not in peace.
I hate bad dreams.