The pool was huge, an Olympic sized pool I think. The water looked dark and cold, I didn’t want to jump in but I had to. My sister was drowning, and fast. She was wearing my grandmother’s floor length fur coat, and the weight of it in the pool was causing her to sink down to the unseen bottom. I dove in and grabbed her arm; I tried my hardest to carry her to the top. My lungs heaved and burned, begging for more oxygen. I awoke gasping for air. This was the first of my reoccurring nightmare, and it all began just one year after my grandma had died from lung cancer.
Second reoccurrence:
It was the night before entering a new school. My family had moved from Kenilworth to Northfield and I had to leave all my friends behind. I was a nervous wreck. At dinner I barely spoke a word. Thoughts of me tripping in the hallway, sitting alone at lunch, and coming out of the bathroom with toilet paper stuck to my foot, kept flashing in my mind. The nightmare came that night.
Third reoccurrence:
It was the night before my family and I were going to fly to Mexico for winter break. It was the first time I had flown since 9/11. I had officially bitten all my finger nails off and began to pick at my nail polish. I was tense and told my parents that I wanted to stay home. Their reassurance gave me some comfort, until I woke up at three in the morning, gasping for air from the nightmare. I was not going on that plane. My mom gave me a sleeping pill and when I woke up I was in Mexico.
Fourth reoccurrence:
My grandpa died when I was fourteen from a heart attack. It was sudden and affected my dad more than I thought. My dad’s side of the family is Catholic, and this meant an open casket. I had never seen a dead body before and the thought terrified me. The night before the wake, my nightmare came again.
Fifth reoccurrence:
It was the night after I got back from the Dominican Republic. I had just spent a week helping to build an orphanage. While I was there I saw and learned things beyond anything I could have ever imagined. The nightmare came the night I returned, only this time I was strong enough to pull my sister to the top.
I haven’t had the nightmare again.