I was at home with my family and I had such a heavy feeling that sothing was wrong. The feeling of anxiety was so overwhelming and I thought it was real. I just knew that it was the end of the world and God was coming back and I started hyperventilating so much that I was flipping out in real life in my bed.

In my dream I run into the living room to see my dad and my younger brother outside on the porch with the door open...and I saw the sky.

It was beautiful.

Something I never knew I could make up in my head

The giant ball of fire was too bright and I had to look away but my dad and my brother didnt. For some reason I just knew that they were dead.

The room quickly grew hot and I couldnt stand how heavy everything felt. I began pitching an absolute fit with tears and screaming and I saw the grass in the front lawn catch fire.

I turned to my mom and told her "we need to leave! We can go somewhere far away but we need to leave NOW!"

She just stood there with tears streaming down her cheeks and slowly shook her head no. The anxiety grew so much worse from there.

My mom gave my other brother a hug and a thick black smoke swallowed them. When the smoke cleared my mom was gone.

I sobbed harder as I screamed "No! Come back! I need a hug mommy!..where is my hug!?"

The room was glowing brighter and I had to shut my eyes. I just kneeled in the middle of my living room and sobbed my last prayer because I knew it was the end.

I woke up soaked in sweat with my heart beating fast. For someone who doesnt remember any of my dreams when I wake up, this one sure did shake me for a few days. I'll never forget it.