My sister was at a gas station smoking,

And when she went into the store, the tank started to smoke and catch fire.

I told the other customers to move their cars away because the tank was on fire as I was trying to get my child out of the car.

The store clerk asked me if I'd been smoking, and I told her that I didn't smoke.

She said, "So someone threw a cigarette into the tank."

The vehicle never blew up, but we never got back into the car.

My children and my sister disappeared, I don't know where they went.

I walked across the street to this barber shop, and he was cutting my sister’s hair.

So I waited outside for him to finish.

I wasn't outside for a minute, and when I went back inside, my sister was gone.

I asked him what happened to her, and he asked me who I was referring to.

"My sister, she was just in here," I stated.

"No, it's only been me in here," he replied

"No, you were cutting her hair."

"I was cutting my own hair."

I went back across the street, and for some reason, when I looked down at my body, I was only wearing a white towel.

I went back to the barbershop, and when the guy answered the door, I told him that my sister had died.

I don't know how I knew this, I just knew it.

He said his condolences, and I left.

I was instantly transported to an apartment complex.

In the complex, I was writing a murder mystery.

That is what I was doing at the beginning of the dream.

I just didn't include it when writing about my dream.

At the complex, I was watching as my story was playing out.

It was a movie.

I was told that I needed to rewrite it and write it better.

I walked off thinking about how I was going to rewrite my story.

End of dream.

Weird as hell, but a recurring dream from the past.

This is about my writing.

I haven’t been able to get back into writing.

I try.

I sit down at my computer, and it’s like I’m burnt out.

But I’m going to set aside time on my days off to write.

Maybe one day, my work will be made into a movie.

And about my sister dying, I’m still on the fence with that one.

I keep pulling the oracle card for “Death in the family,” but I thought that it was for someone else.

Welp, time to do another tarot card reading!