Nightmares Haunt Me

I don't remember much about my nightmare except that I was dying. Maybe this is foreshadowing my [near future] life. Me and my friends just checked out of this shady motel we were staying in for a vacation in the middle of nowhere. What I remember about this is that there was sand lots ot it, small grainy white sand like on the beaches in the Carribean. There was no ocean, or water in that case, just lots of white sand and a couple of trees. Medium height green trees on the side of the road. The road was paved with cement, though realistically should've just been dirt and gravel. After we checked out of the motel, which conveniently was located right across the street from a shabby hospital ( since in dreams scenes tend to dissolve and change) we got into our car with our four or so suitcases. At this time I mysteriously appeared in the hospital and was diagnosed with a disease that would kill me in a couple hours. Apparently I had inhaled some fire, not ash, not smoke, but actual fire with flames, and it was now pooling in my stomach and attempting to burn me. Then we drive five minutes into this circle and my friends run away from me because I was dying. Actually my friend and her family that came out of nowhere drove her away. No doubt that'd happen in real life too. And then I was actually in the process of dying because I felt my stomach starting to erupt from fire, and then I woke up. What a nice cheerful dream to start off my day. The hospital was one room with a stout asian doctor with a dirty white coat that obviously new nothing of his trade. Maybe this is why I've always been scared of hospitals. What a weird thing to be scared of. I just know the rest of my week is going to be superb!