Nightmares and Death

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Once again I will be talking about death. But this time, it's all about my death. Why? Because. Just because. I have never felt so much fear in my life, last night I woke up from a dream and found myself having a hard time breathing. Actually, I couldn't really breathe! I tried to open my eyes but everything is blurry, I remember waking up, going down to the kitchen and had myself a glass of water. The next thing I know, I woke up to daylight with the scent of my sister's cologne in the air, and realize that I am still alive. What is all a dream? I don't think so, but what I know is that I really had a hard time breathing and I know that I felt it. I have never really been quite afraid about death before, even though I have met lots of accidents that have really threaten my life. Like the car accident when I was 12 or the time that I gave birth. All of those were not so scary to me. But last night. It was indeed scary. Everything came back to me all of a sudden, my parents, my friends, my son, my whole life... I don't want to leave just yet, no, not yet.