So I had a dream that some friends and I walked to Schenley Park and we were sitting on a hill. Then I looked down so that all I could see was the grass and some twigs and couldn't see my friends. Then while I was still staring at the grass I could tell that I wasn't in Schenley park anymore. I could tell that I was back home, where I don't exactly know but while all I could see was the grass I could tell that I was back home and that 2 of my friends and brother were right beside me instead of the people I was there with even though I couldn't see them. I was 10 years old and we were just playing around town. Then I looked down at the twigs and I knew for some reason that the souls of my mom and two brothers were inside these 3 specific twigs. Then they wouldn't stop telling me that "things will get better, don't worry". That's all they said over and over again. Then I stood up and started walking down the hill, back in Schenley park, and the clouds and sun came and got me and took me away. Then I was flying back in my old neighborhood and right before I crashed into my childhood home I woke up.
