Ever feel like you dream is reality and your reality is a dream? Well, my latest dream seemed so real I didn't realize when I had awakened. My step-mother and I had just gotten into a very heated argument. It must've still been before Nicholas was to go off to college because he still occupied the room below. I don't even know what we were fighting over. After I had gotten to the point of ignoring her tantrum, she stormed off. She dressed her kids and they left the house. Nicholas and my father weren't even home at the time. Watching her drive off from my bedroom window, the anger that I had manage to subdue earlier rose to the surface with much haste. I went back to cleaning and re-organizing my belongings in the room. A few minutes had past and by then, I no longer had a clue as to what I was doing. I was much to angry to concentrate. I went into my dad's room and went to the medicine cabinet in their bathroom. I grabbed pretty much every form of pain killers I could find and took them. Tylenol, Motrin IB, Aleve...everything. I just wanted the pain to stop. I sat on the floor against the tub and cried. Sometime after that, I managed to crawl to my room and there I passed out. I don't know what had happened next. Perhaps Nicholas and my dad had came home and found. Anyhow, someone took me to the hospital afterthey could clearly get no response from me. I remeber bright, blinding lights, frantic voices, unfamiliar to me, and the sounds of wheels bouncing in between the dents of a tiled floor. When I did come around, I found myself in a hospital bed hooked up to all sorts of machines and nothing else. No concerned family, no friends, not even distant voices. I was all alone. I closed my eyes again and then the tears welled up. Moments later I heard footsteps and then I saw a figure walk in. It checked the monitors and then turned to me with a faint smile. It left and seconds later I heard footsteps again. These were faster, as if someone was fogging. My step-mother tore into the room, walked over to my bed side and slapped me hard across the face. I could only gasp and blink. She glared down at me with such hatred and the only thing she said was," The next time you do that shit, you better make sure you do it right so it wouldn't be such a waste of my money!" And with that she walked away and as she left, my father came into view. He only stared at me, took the door knob in his hand and closed it quietly behind him. I laid back down and turned on my side and went back to sleep eventually, tears in my eyes. When I really woke up though, I realized that my bedroom looked exactly like the hospital room..without my normal stuff though. I awoke in the same condition as I had fallen asleep in the dream. My room and everything else was dark and tears in my eyes. Everything felt so real. The slap, the ivy, the hurt feelings, the anger, even the abandonment.This is my dream...will it become my reality?