Dreaming of You...
It's weird, for the past two nights I dreamt of my cousin Brent. He's the one that was hit by a truck last x-mas. I wonder how he's doing. I know he hasn't left the hospital yet, though.
On the first night we went to a concert with his brother, and for some reason the thing to do was trade shirts. I dunno why, but it was fun, until some fights broke out.
Then last night I flew to some crazy island, and right when I got to my hotel I saw Brent sitting by the pool with a huge snake coiled up around him. Not in a bad way...it was his pet. I tried to pet it, but it tried to bite me. We talked for a bit, but I told him I should probably put all my stuff in my room first and get all settled. When I walked into my room, all my girls were there partying. It was such a nice dream. We all partied and hung out together on the weird island.
I wonder why I'm dreaming of Brent so often though. Well just two nights in a row, but to my knowledge, those are the first two times he's ever been in my dream. I hope things are going good for him.
I want to go to montreal soon to see him, so I asked my parents when they are going next, since I can't drive there in my car, and they said march break. SUUUUCKS.
I'd go, but I told my aunt I'd watch her house and pets while my whole familys in Barbados.
I think I'll just take a train to montreal sometime in the summer. I get a discount at VIA.
I havn't seen him since it happened, but I want to. A lot of my family won't go, just cos it's so hard to look at him without crying. They say half of his face is caved in and that he's lost a lot of weight and muscle..they don't think that he hears anything or feels anything, but I know he does. He just has no way of telling us. I feel guilty, because I always think that if everyone came by to see him when it first happened, he would have known we loved him and were all hoping for him, and he would have pushed harder to get himself out of wherever he is...but I think he saw the life he was leading before, and how bad he had treated family before...and he just sort of gave up.
He wasn't the best kid growing up...always into trouble. He was a bad kid but had a good heart. Huge heart ( I remember this one time when I was a kid, I was crying about something, so he robbed the convenience store and gave me TONS of candy to make me happy). He was sent to jail a couple times, I dunno what for.. but I remember when he got out once, he came to visit his dad in burlington, and stole tons of money that one of my other uncles had sent him to give to all my cousins for xmas. My family was so mad. He would come into the apartment all fucked up on whatever drugs he was on, and one night trashed the whole place. They called the cops, but by then he was gone. I think he went back to montreal. Then to prison again. Anyways, he was really good when he got out this last time. He went into re-hab, was looking for a job, found a girlfriend,and just like that, everything went down the drain. For a bag of milk and some cigarettes. Fucked up how that shit happens.
On the first night we went to a concert with his brother, and for some reason the thing to do was trade shirts. I dunno why, but it was fun, until some fights broke out.
Then last night I flew to some crazy island, and right when I got to my hotel I saw Brent sitting by the pool with a huge snake coiled up around him. Not in a bad way...it was his pet. I tried to pet it, but it tried to bite me. We talked for a bit, but I told him I should probably put all my stuff in my room first and get all settled. When I walked into my room, all my girls were there partying. It was such a nice dream. We all partied and hung out together on the weird island.
I wonder why I'm dreaming of Brent so often though. Well just two nights in a row, but to my knowledge, those are the first two times he's ever been in my dream. I hope things are going good for him.
I want to go to montreal soon to see him, so I asked my parents when they are going next, since I can't drive there in my car, and they said march break. SUUUUCKS.
I'd go, but I told my aunt I'd watch her house and pets while my whole familys in Barbados.
I think I'll just take a train to montreal sometime in the summer. I get a discount at VIA.
I havn't seen him since it happened, but I want to. A lot of my family won't go, just cos it's so hard to look at him without crying. They say half of his face is caved in and that he's lost a lot of weight and muscle..they don't think that he hears anything or feels anything, but I know he does. He just has no way of telling us. I feel guilty, because I always think that if everyone came by to see him when it first happened, he would have known we loved him and were all hoping for him, and he would have pushed harder to get himself out of wherever he is...but I think he saw the life he was leading before, and how bad he had treated family before...and he just sort of gave up.
He wasn't the best kid growing up...always into trouble. He was a bad kid but had a good heart. Huge heart ( I remember this one time when I was a kid, I was crying about something, so he robbed the convenience store and gave me TONS of candy to make me happy). He was sent to jail a couple times, I dunno what for.. but I remember when he got out once, he came to visit his dad in burlington, and stole tons of money that one of my other uncles had sent him to give to all my cousins for xmas. My family was so mad. He would come into the apartment all fucked up on whatever drugs he was on, and one night trashed the whole place. They called the cops, but by then he was gone. I think he went back to montreal. Then to prison again. Anyways, he was really good when he got out this last time. He went into re-hab, was looking for a job, found a girlfriend,and just like that, everything went down the drain. For a bag of milk and some cigarettes. Fucked up how that shit happens.