A few weeks ago I had this dream (when I woke up I quickly checked to see if my sister was alive):
My friends and I were all sitting in a circle on someone's yard, in an alley. A few days before this, my sister died in a car accident with her friend and my friends were trying to cheer my up. We were all talking, and then I heard a noise in the distance yelling, "Mia, where are you?" over and over again. I looked around but saw nothing. A few minutes later I heard it even louder, coming from behind me. I turned around and there was my sister and her friend, Molly. I was so confused and felt exuberant when I was running up to hug her in her wide open arms. When I was a centimeter away from her, I jumped up and flew right through her. I fell on the cement, and realized that she was just a ghost visiting from the dead.
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