I had a horrible dream the other night. I dreamt that my brother had died in an accident. It didn’t make me cry. It shocked me to the point that I was too stunned to cry. I had lost every meaning of my life. Everything in my dream turned black and white, and I knew no meaning of joy nor happiness. For the rest of the dream, I just sat there, not knowing if there was a point to anything. I’ve never felt so lost before. It was one of the two worst dreams I’ve ever had. I don’t want to feel that way ever again.