It's been few months since my mother pass away. That night when she died I had that same dream in the living room. This time around, I didn't wake up after the scream. In my dreams, I just sat by her coffin, crying while my dad console me. I was woken by Aunt Sophia's (my mom second sister) vigorous shake. I woke up to her swollen face which was caused by tears. According to her, she has been trying to wake me up for over five minutes to no avail. She said she could hear me whispering like I was begging someone not to go. She couldn't even complete her narration before busting into tears again. I looked at her with a confused expression. It took what seems like eternity before I could calm her down. While still in the middle of that, my father, grandparents, Aunt Rita and uncle Jeffrey all came in with my grandma crying. I was still confused because I couldn't get why Aunt Sophia was crying in the first place now I have five more despondent faces. Then it hit me... This are the faces I saw in my dreams and it's happening like I saw it... Same clothes, same scenery just the exception of the coffin. Then my mind went back to what my mother was on when she left for the store. It was the same clothe she wore in the coffin in my dreams.
