Every day I wake up because of a nightmare. It’s ridiculous and scary, and I have no idea what it means. The dreams all share a common theme – death. I now have a notepad next to my bed, so every time I wake up I write what my dreams contained.

My dream last night was a weird one. I went on holiday and somehow my cousin gave me a snack to munch on because I was hungry. I did. And we continued our tour. After our holiday abroad was over, I found myself in my own home, and I was just telling my parents how mobile phones knew when a person died, and the phone would take the picture of a person as they die. I walked up to my parents old bedroom and the white furniture were still around.

I looked out the window to view the mountain. Suddenly I felt a sharp pain in my chest and I was falling, but I managed to catch sight of my phone and smiled. FLASH! I was dead.

But I had become a ghost. I saw my parents frantically running upstairs, finding me dead on the floor. And they wondered why. I was alright and well for the whole time, how could I have possibly died so soon? They called the ambulance and they pronounced me dead from food poisoning.

Now as the ambulance crew left, my parents found themselves able to see my ghost. They asked me, “Why did you not tell us you were feeling unwell?” I shook my head. I knew I was perfectly healthy before the heart attack and my death.

Soon the whole scene changed. I was now in my uncle’s house and I was ready to be buried. They did send my body to the cemetery, but my ghost remained in the house, afraid for sunrise. I knew that the Black Guard of Impermanence and White Guard of Impermanence would take me when the sun is up because my strength was diminishing at a fast pace.

I waited. My brother had gone to school and he was coming back home. My sister was talking to me, crying as she went along. I gave her all my treasured belongings. And the worst part was my parents. They just kept crying.

When my brother got home, it was nearly sunrise. All I could say was “I’m very proud of you, my boy,” before the two arrived, ready to take me to hell. I threw all my jewellery and personal belongings that I still had. I hugged my parents goodbye and said I’d love to be their daughter in the next life, and told my sister that we’ll forever be sisters and I’d love to be her sister again.

The two told me to fly, I said I could not. They told me to jump. The feeling was exhilarating. I move freely in the air, but I could not bear to leave. This was when the two gave me a chance. A chance to choose who I’d spend half a day with before I was taken to hell.

I chose my sister. We were then sat down in a car with the two and we cruised around until we found a beverage shop. The two had no idea how to use cash, and I ended up paying for them. As I was walking towards the car, a thief snatched my keys (wtf right?!) and I chased after him, screaming stop! Stop! STOP!

Try as I may, I was unable to catch up. Thankfully the two managed to retrieve it back for me. But time was up. They quickly changed back to their original form and insisted that I left immediately. I held on to my sister’s hand and they pulled me away to hell.

And then I woke up.