bad dreams

Sometimes I think we are meant to have bad dreams to appreciate what we have...maybe it really is just a slip of the subconcious, but everytime I have one, I wake up and want to be with the people I have dreamt about. Today I woke up in a cold sweat because I dreamt about losing both my parents at once. Petrified I woke up because I honestly do not think my body could take such a mental picture. When I woke up, I told each of them that I loved them. It sounds sentimental and silly, but I do this everytime I have a bad dream. It could be about someone I havent spoken to in years, but I will contact that person and tell them I am thinking of them. Call it a guilty concience, but its just something I have to do.