I had the strangest dream last night…so vivid that I still feel it in every inch of my body, even though several hours have passed. My sister and I were trying to fit into a small, boxed space to sleep…we pushed each other a bit but finally fit into the cozy, snug space and drifted off to sleep. Then I either woke up or continued dreaming (not sure which) but I  got the call and heard the police tell my mother the news that couldn’t possibly be real. Apparently my sister is gone, they said, and they seem to be sure but I don’t believe them. My husband and I are driving fourteen silent hours to Atlanta now and I am in a state of calm peace, ignoring the millions of thoughts and emotions taking over my external world, as we head home to find out whether this is really still a dream.