I am sick. Oh so very sick. Chills run up and down my aching spine freezing, shivering, sweating hot on the inside and cold on the out coughing up blood head aching throat drying up eyes crying hurt sick Maybe I will die. I had a dream about dieing. At the beginning I threw myself off a cliff. The rest of the dream was a very strange out of body experience. I saw my dead body in the coffin, and saw how my funeral went, and I watched the many people pass by me, dry eyed and smiling. My coffin was very nice, and it was the only thing that was very detailed in my entire dream. It was black, shiny, with intricate swirls carved into it. The inside was padded and very soft. The cushions where covered with dark red satin. My dead body was in a simple white silk dress, it came down to about my ankles, and on my feet where white silk slippers, embroidered with gold thread in the swirl pattern that was also on my coffin. My hair was left undone, I was wearing a intricate gold necklace and earrings. Upon my chest there was a bouquet of white roses tied with a gold ribbon. Someone had put soft gold eyeshadow on my eyelids. My eyes where closed, and I had a small smile on my face, as if I was happy to be dead. I watched as they slowly shut the lid, then I was back in my body, eyes closed, feeling very comfortable and peaceful. I began to dream in my dream. I knew I was dead, and I was fine with it. Of course deep inside I felt scared, and alone. All of a sudden the dreams stopped, and it was black. I was very frightened, but just as suddenly I saw the light again, and I saw my mom again, and my life just started over from when I was a baby. Reincarnation? Prophetic? I dont know. It was interesting. He thinks that I need to go and see a doctor, and that I might die if I am not treated. Boyfriend thinks that he is the one who got me sick, which is very possible. He also thinks it might be mono. If it was mono I would laugh. She thinks I should stay home tommorow. Naw, I am not smart enough for that. Wrapped up in multiple blankets, wearing a ski cap, drinking hot chamomille tea and talking to him. I am getting to attatched. Everything ends in hurt. He said that if I didnt get better soon then he would come to my house and feed me soup. My god. I love him. I am so weak right now I cant really stand. I hope I get better. in the name of soup...