feeling weird
It's coming up on the 1 year anniversary of a friend's death. Wow. Hard to believe it's been a year already.
Lately (for the past few months it seems) I've been having recurring dreams involving him. They usually seem to be set in the past, at school, and there's nothing too unusual about them. I always feel saddened when I wake up and realize that it was just a dream.
Last night, I had the creepiest one yet. Again, we were in a school. A school's gymnasium, as a matter of fact (that's another, separate recurring theme), and there he was again. At first everything seemed pretty normal, but then I realized that he was supposed to dead. I grabbed his arm to make sure he was real, and sure enough, he was. I asked him if he was going to eat my brains. He laughed.
He proceeded to explain to me why he was alive and why everybody thought he was dead. It was a confusing explanation that I don't really remember (I'm sure it was meaningless anyway), all I cared about was that my friend was alive and I was so happy to see him again. I don't remember much more about the dream, but eventually it ended and I woke up. And now I'm faced with the reality of the situation once more.
I'm a skeptic when it comes to ghosts, but it's starting to feel like he is haunting my dreams. They aren't ever scary dreams... they're most frequently happy dreams. I remember the fun we had in school just talking about random things. He was one of the first real friends I made back in middle school. I think maybe I'm having these dreams because I never got to say goodbye. I wasn't able to attend the funeral, and I still haven't been to his grave (I'm not even sure where it is). I really need to make a point to go the next time I'm in Evansville.
Lately (for the past few months it seems) I've been having recurring dreams involving him. They usually seem to be set in the past, at school, and there's nothing too unusual about them. I always feel saddened when I wake up and realize that it was just a dream.
Last night, I had the creepiest one yet. Again, we were in a school. A school's gymnasium, as a matter of fact (that's another, separate recurring theme), and there he was again. At first everything seemed pretty normal, but then I realized that he was supposed to dead. I grabbed his arm to make sure he was real, and sure enough, he was. I asked him if he was going to eat my brains. He laughed.
He proceeded to explain to me why he was alive and why everybody thought he was dead. It was a confusing explanation that I don't really remember (I'm sure it was meaningless anyway), all I cared about was that my friend was alive and I was so happy to see him again. I don't remember much more about the dream, but eventually it ended and I woke up. And now I'm faced with the reality of the situation once more.
I'm a skeptic when it comes to ghosts, but it's starting to feel like he is haunting my dreams. They aren't ever scary dreams... they're most frequently happy dreams. I remember the fun we had in school just talking about random things. He was one of the first real friends I made back in middle school. I think maybe I'm having these dreams because I never got to say goodbye. I wasn't able to attend the funeral, and I still haven't been to his grave (I'm not even sure where it is). I really need to make a point to go the next time I'm in Evansville.