In my dream, I found myself standing in the vast expanse of an airport. The hustle and bustle of travelers around me created a cacophony of sounds, but my focus was solely on the other side of the terminal. There, I saw my family, their faces a blend of anticipation and melancholy, preparing to board a plane to a new destination. I too was embarking on a journey, but our paths were diverging. The distance between us seemed to stretch further with each passing moment. Overcome with emotion, I shouted a heartfelt goodbye across the terminal. The words echoed around me, a stark contrast to the noise of the airport. Tears welled up in my eyes, blurring my vision. The pain of separation was sharp, like a physical ache. A sense of foreboding washed over me, as if I was saying goodbye for the last time. The thought was chilling - the idea that this might be the last time they'd see me alive. Suddenly, the dream shifted, and I found myself jolted awake. The remnants of th
