'Til the Last Blossom Dies...

This is a dream I often had when I was younger. All of this is true, and the dream keeps returning to me. Well, here's the dream:

From a third-person viewpoint, I see myself. I'm young, about 5 or 6. I sit alone. Always alone, with no one else ever being around. There's a tree which I think is a cherry tree or something. Whatever it is, it's completely covered in pink blossoms. There's a large limb on the tree that juts out towards where I'm watching the younger me from. A swing hangs from the large limb, and that's where the younger me sits. I'm not swinging back and forth at all. I just... sit there, staring at the ground. I never look up from the dirt below me. A little past the tree that holds the swing, there's a structure. It looks like a shed, but I never get agood look at it. It has peeling gray paint and a roof and looks pretty small. Surrounding me is shade and other trees, but none of the others have blossoms on them. Soon, petals start falling to the ground, but before they reach it, they turn to blood. Soon, it's the last petal's turn to fall. It hits the ground without turning to blood. Suddenly, shades of gray take over, inching out from where the petal hit the ground, and destroying all of the color of this secluded place where the younger me sits. The shades always get so close to me, but then I wake up. There's no reason to wake. My alarm didn't go off, there wasn't a loud noise, no one is trying to wake me up, it just... happens. Always.

I haven't had this dream for quite a while, though, so I'm suprised I remember it so vividly...
I'm suprised that I remember me sitting there...

'Til

The

Last

Blossom

Dies...