I really thought my dream was real. I was so scared. The blood I saw and the gunshots I heard felt so real. Especially the way I felt him take his last breath.

"I'll get you water," I heard him say, and I nodded.

"Okay. But don't put me down," I said softly, and I felt him sigh again. I didn't know how he managed to get a glass of water while carrying me. I really didn't want to let go of him. I was afraid that if I let go, he would suddenly disappear. That bad dream might come true if I let go ...