my nightmare

When it comes to the word 'dream', what occurs in my mind is always innocence, purity, beauty and so on. However, we don't have the ability to decide what we dream about so something unpleasant would appear in our dream. Actually,cheap oakley sunglasses,  I would wake up the next morning with only a little broken memory of the dream left. Yet, there was an unpleasant dream which I would never forget. The dream or the nightmare was rather horrible than unpleasant, lest I couldn't help trembling when I looked back on it.

It was a sunny and warm day. I was on my way back home with a big suitcase. Decided to give my parents a surprise, I didn't tell them about that. The fact was quite the opposite. My parents told me on the phone that they were on the way for a self-driving travel and asked me to spend the whole weekend by myself, which completely surprised me. It would be all right if they just left me alone at home. What horrified me was the news broadcast on the TV after my hanging on the phone. The news read that a terrible accident happened around the downtown and on TV was exactly my parents' car. I couldn't believe my eyes!

I kept telling myself that it wouldn't be true. Taking mobile phone, cheap nfl jerseys, I dialed the familiar number. I could hardly calm down when hearing the frozen and cold voice 'sorry!

The phone you dialed has not been answered...'. I kept trembling with fear. Even the big sun became so cold and was not warm any more.

At last, the similar alarm bells woke me up. As the quilt was off, I felt so cold and tears were on my face.