Dream To Reality

I have these dreams, Occuring you could say, Sometimes I remember them, As it begins another day, The dreams are detailed, From one step to the next, It's hard to consume, Even once in awhile I shake, I don't want them, I don't want to remember, The deaths of my best friend, Are pieced all the time together, The blood, The horrific site I see, It hurts me a lot, To just believe, I miss her very much, A fire had happened, Knowing I wasn't their, When all this happened, Her mother holding her, She yelling my name, Wishing I was their, But I couldn't do anything, Feeling it was my fault, I know it wasn't, She was suppossed to stay at my house, That next morning, Showing up, Seeing a pile of ash, Knowing her mom and her were in their, And now are in the past, I couldn't do nothing, I couldn't help, For I'll miss both greatly, And they are loved, A dream, Wich is my reality, I want them back, Past is in the past, That I seem not to hack....