The Evil Angel returns to haunt me in my dreams and nightmares. I'm a believer that nothing could be worse than causing harm and betrayal to the ones you love.

The other night, I dreamt the most horrible, vivid dream that I ever have before in my life. I won't go into too much detail...

My parents and I were not getting along that night, so I just wanted to sleep and forget everything going on in reality. Unfortunately, the world of dreams didn't want to treat me much better.

My parents sent me to some Religious Insane Asylum. To make a long story short... I killed them both. It was a complete accident, but I still felt horrible. This dream was really realistic that I felt the cold in the air, the pain in my heart, and the physical pain that was stricken upon me. Near the end of it, I went to meditate, where the sudden replay of me killing my dad went by...

I awoke, to him standing next to my bed, waking me up. Without saying anything, I hugged him tightly and started bawling my eyes out. My mom walked in, wondering what was wrong and I hugged her too... I didn't let go for like five minutes.

This dream was really fuckin' realistic, and I was so relieved when I woke up to find it not real.

I'm so glad that I have them both... some people aren't fortunate to have loving, caring parents, and I do feel sorry for those people... and I wish them the best in life, still.

To you, my Evil Angel...

Thank you for teaching me this lesson...