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I had the worst nightmare I've ever had in my whole life. I cried so much but I had friends to pick me up. SO odd that neither Roberto or Juicy was in my life in this dream. Two of my best friends!
Anyways, I don't know how it started when it happened or how it happened but. My grand parents had died. Shortly after my parents died too. I felt a huuuuuge distance from my siblings. The were far away and I could not locate them. Someone walked with me, when we saw a painting in a window. I think it was Åsa (a friend to the family). The painting was made by my father, we saw that it had electricity in it and for some reason that must mean that my parents was alive. I called my dad, he picked up and I just cried and cried and cried of joy. I never told him what had happened.
A bunch of other things happened but that was all good things. Most of it, except me never knowing what to do and crying all the time.
Can you imagine how I felt and realized it was just a dream. It felt so real, so scary. I'm so happy I'm going up to see them on friday. Even if my siblings are sick. Really sick. But I'm though I can handle it :D