Dreams
I just woke up from a dream with Ian in it. I woke up sobbing.
The last thing he said in the dream was, "Well, you'll never have to worry about me hurting again."
The full dream:
I was at a house where a party was going on. Most of the people were outside. I was in the living room. The flicker of the television bouncing off the walls and furniture, muffled sound as the volume was turned very low. I was sitting in the corner of a couch. I heard voices and slowly people started trickling in and sitting on the floor and the other seating in the living room.
Ian walked in, fresh haircut, no baseball cap. He had a rather solemn look on his face, almost serious - deep in thought about something. A boy, about 17 or 18, comes and sits near my feet. Chatting away happily. He is someone that I have met in real live several times. He is the son of a couple that I know. He looks and talks like a younger, more awkward version of Ian. And he is in my dream, chatting to me, while Ian is walking in to the room.
Ian sits in the other corner of the couch that I am on. His left arm rests on the couch arm, his right arm rests along the back of the couch. He slumps further into the corner of the couch. We stare in to one another's eyes, communicating without speaking aloud. In the background, the boy is still chattering away. Ian looks at him, then back up an me. And then he says the line: "Well, you'll never have to worry about me hurting again."
I crawl over to the side of the couch that he sitting on. I bury my face in his chest and I start to cry. I sob. I let out 3 sobs and then I woke up.
When I woke up I was bawling in bed. I was inconsolable for many minutes. I couldn't even speak to say why I was crying. I just remember feeling so incredibly empty and sad when I woke up.
The last thing he said in the dream was, "Well, you'll never have to worry about me hurting again."
The full dream:
I was at a house where a party was going on. Most of the people were outside. I was in the living room. The flicker of the television bouncing off the walls and furniture, muffled sound as the volume was turned very low. I was sitting in the corner of a couch. I heard voices and slowly people started trickling in and sitting on the floor and the other seating in the living room.
Ian walked in, fresh haircut, no baseball cap. He had a rather solemn look on his face, almost serious - deep in thought about something. A boy, about 17 or 18, comes and sits near my feet. Chatting away happily. He is someone that I have met in real live several times. He is the son of a couple that I know. He looks and talks like a younger, more awkward version of Ian. And he is in my dream, chatting to me, while Ian is walking in to the room.
Ian sits in the other corner of the couch that I am on. His left arm rests on the couch arm, his right arm rests along the back of the couch. He slumps further into the corner of the couch. We stare in to one another's eyes, communicating without speaking aloud. In the background, the boy is still chattering away. Ian looks at him, then back up an me. And then he says the line: "Well, you'll never have to worry about me hurting again."
I crawl over to the side of the couch that he sitting on. I bury my face in his chest and I start to cry. I sob. I let out 3 sobs and then I woke up.
When I woke up I was bawling in bed. I was inconsolable for many minutes. I couldn't even speak to say why I was crying. I just remember feeling so incredibly empty and sad when I woke up.