Light sparkles through the waters and the sun almost burns my skin. A flock of birds in the distant sky. It’s so beautiful there. I turn to grab my moms hand. But suddenly she is gone. I hear a whisper, “right here” and I look ahead and there is a black trail of smoke that seemingly pulls me in. But as soon as I tried to take a step forward, I woke up.

My mother always says “It’s not good to think about dark things, bad things” and that “the only reason I dreamed of the darkness is because I’m thinking...