Dreams again
You may recall me talking about a classmate/friend of mine having passed away recently? Well, I was dreaming rather vividly last night, as I do many nights, and somehow I stumbled into a dream in which he was a center focus, outside of myself. Let me explain a bit further, though, since these last sentences don't really even make sense to me.
Scene of Dream:
I was concerned for my health, and for some reason, new the only place that could find what was wrong with me or help was in Iceland. So I convinced my parents to let me go to Iceland on a class trip that also happened to be going there. Once I got to Iceland though, I was isolated in a hotel room without any other students I knew, except that the student who recently died, (let's call him george*) was in the room next to mine with a door that connected our rooms. I was scared and lonely in a foreign country and worried for my health, and I knew I had to talk to doctors the next day, so I went to bed. I woke up the next morning, and took a shower, and then George opened the doors between our rooms and said hello, inviting me to eat breakfast with him before I had to go meet the doctors. We ate breakfast, went downstairs, waited for the doctors to get back to me with answers, and just sat and talked about nothing in particular. He gave me comfort and kept me occupied while I waited for the results that I knew would be horrific. When the doctors returned finally, they told me I had a brain tumor and had very small chance of surviving since it had already progressed to the point of delusions throughout my every day life. I didn't understand what they meant until the doctor said that I'd been sitting in the waiting room, talking to myself all day. It all came rushing back to me in a flash. George was dead. I'd been talking to a dead man, receiving company and care, from a man who no longer existed. End of Dream
Who knows what it means? I have some other questions to ask myself, I suppose.
*Name not real
Scene of Dream:
I was concerned for my health, and for some reason, new the only place that could find what was wrong with me or help was in Iceland. So I convinced my parents to let me go to Iceland on a class trip that also happened to be going there. Once I got to Iceland though, I was isolated in a hotel room without any other students I knew, except that the student who recently died, (let's call him george*) was in the room next to mine with a door that connected our rooms. I was scared and lonely in a foreign country and worried for my health, and I knew I had to talk to doctors the next day, so I went to bed. I woke up the next morning, and took a shower, and then George opened the doors between our rooms and said hello, inviting me to eat breakfast with him before I had to go meet the doctors. We ate breakfast, went downstairs, waited for the doctors to get back to me with answers, and just sat and talked about nothing in particular. He gave me comfort and kept me occupied while I waited for the results that I knew would be horrific. When the doctors returned finally, they told me I had a brain tumor and had very small chance of surviving since it had already progressed to the point of delusions throughout my every day life. I didn't understand what they meant until the doctor said that I'd been sitting in the waiting room, talking to myself all day. It all came rushing back to me in a flash. George was dead. I'd been talking to a dead man, receiving company and care, from a man who no longer existed. End of Dream
Who knows what it means? I have some other questions to ask myself, I suppose.
*Name not real