I had a dream where it was winter. Snow was thick and frost bitten, we were in his large building, and looking out the first path, with a bridge and a pass to get into the building, stood frozen a colli who was black and white. He was in a walking motion, standing still in the ice. Next to them was a yapping mut, who was to their left, behind them. I was freaking out because they were dead, but one of my friends, a taller one, that I've never met in my life, told me it was going to be okay. I had two friends with me, and we walked outside down a river. More dogs frozen in their tracks lined the way. They were different sizes and colors. I remember a schnauzer with the colors of a german Shepherd, stood with his ears touching the clouds, in the clear sky. I asked why they were so big, and the taller friend told me it was because they just did. Forward, where we were walking, was a tornado, sucking up snow. I was freaking out trying to move away, but Sarah, and that taller friend, told me that I was fine, and it was okay. The tornado tighted up, then released big chunks of snow. I covered my head to doge it. That's when I realized that we were trying to get to this strange place to plant a tree. Now, we were almost there, there was an archway of green trees that seemed like it should have been in spring time instead of winter. I made them (without any gripes) to walk under it. We continued forward until we got to this old place with people walking around. We were looking for a place to plant this tree, but it was like a maze. There was a old orange retro looking clothes dryer, further back was more random appliances, with dark wood longing some of the floors. Sarah wanted to plant it in this electrical box, covered my dirt, but I said no. We kept looking for places to plant it, but no matter what no where was a good enough place for it. I woke up. Went to online school. Then a while longer, my sister walked into the hall way crying. She was talking about how they put Chance on life support. I didn't know what that meant fully. And I thought it was something unnecessary, until my mom said that they had to or he'd be dead. I then released what was happening. My mom went on on how she felt like "he was already gone" and that nailed me into a box more. She left with my sister, and made my grandpa come over to watch over me. He fixed light bulbs and other things. Then my uncle came over… then my cousins, then finally. My mother and sister. They explained to me, that my sis told him that "it's okay to go on." I don't know the correct repose to this, I feel like I'm drowning and it's awful. He would have been 24 in four more months. I always heard of how Cancer kills so many, I've always had pity for people. Now I know what it can really do. It will attack every last inch of you until you're gone. Chance, my brother in law, a man I knew since I was six, survived longer than most people with his condition. People usually last about 15 days. He managed to go for 3 months. It's so unfair, and it's such an awful feeling. I hate it. There's no way out of it. I want to say I can move on, and skip over this awful sense again. I know this all too well from the death of my Kitty. So I know it doesn't go away in a blink of an eye. I don't know if he's in heaven. I just don't, and I can't know. Though, I pray, if I do get to go to heaven, I'll be able to see him again.