I dreamed I was sleeping when I felt a sharp pain in my heart. My sister had stabbed me. Although I was stabbed and most likely killed, I walked towards my dad's room. I saw him sitting on his bed lauphing at a funny movie. I told him what had happened to me but he didn't even care. I got angry and yelled, "How could you not care when I'm dying inside?!" He just looked at me and then looked at his movie again. I began to cry as no one noticed.