There I was flying overseas and then the plane began to shake…
I cringed and shrunk into my seat closing my eyes, repeating to myself:

"It is just a dream… it is just a dream"
And yes, thank God, it was just a dream…
unfortunately that night it was part of a series 🙁

A Series of Unfortunate Events.
Poison. Blades. Bites.
Every dream worse than the other. Death involved in each.

                     Death.

Chasing me through each dream.

Death.

Slowly suffocating me.

I woke up with fear in my heart…

I woke up, sat up and cried out:

"Okay, I hear you. I love you. I'm sorry."

And just like that. Just with that.
While sitting in the dark at 2:00am in the morning.

It was gone.
ALL FEAR was gone.
So I smiled.

The following words that came out of my mouth my soul can only translate.
Rainfall covered my eyes,

I lay back, arms fully extended,
my mouth still mumbling words that even if I tried I couldn't pronounce

Then the dream.
Once again the plane shook, but this time I stood up
I grabbed a friend's hand and prayed.

Silence…
And then. I heard my prayer:
"Let your will be done."

This, was last night.
How long the second dream was? I cannot remember.

All I remember is I woke up weeping.
Of joy. Weeping.

Not knowing whether or not I survived was the best part!
I had given up.

Trusting that was to happen, would be because of His will.
For who can fear death, when they've got a friend like Him.