Last night I had a horrible nightmare. I was sleeping in a yard with tons of huge trees, it was beautiful, but a storm came then it was terrifying. The trees starting coming down, one by one, there was no time for me to stand up and I fought with the wind as I rolled away from crashing trees, one by one, narrowly missing being crushed.

All that time I was screaming for my sister, who was in the house whose yard it was, to stay inside. When the wind stopped it was sunny and beautiful and eery and I ran to the house, only it had been completely swept away. There was not even rubble to dig through to find her. I screamed and screamed but nothing came out, but then she was there, thrown into a pile of trees, bruised and battered, but I could tell she was in a lot of pain, and blood was leaking out a hole in her back. More blood than I ever imagined could even be in one person.

I woke up, then, but I knew she was dying in that dream and it shook me. I eventually drifted off to sleep and I woke up this morning to the opening lines of Morning Edition telling me that most of the miners whose story we followed yesterday, with less and less hope, had died and the horrifying story of those families, already experiencing horror, suffering the grief and trauma after believing that their loved ones had been found alive, and so the horrible feeling from my nightmare returned and hasn’t left me since. I feel as if I will burst into tears and dissolve any minute now.