Sep 02, 2008 10:53
Creepy dream, man.
James and I were in some basement store. I had black Halloween make-up on. He was giving me tips about where I could go to buy good make-up and/or get it done well for Halloween. We left the store and went towards the train station. I sat in the station near Steph, who had two big ass bags of McDonald's. I kept sneaking some of his fried shrimp (I'm mad the dream now has me intrigued about what fried shrimp from McDonald's might taste like). We were on our way to the hospital because we got word that someone was sick, but didn't know who. I kept thinking "please let it not be Ro. please let it not be Ro." When we found out that it was in fact Ro, we also found out that he'd died. I was devastated, naturally.
I was about to call him when I woke up just to hear his voice. =( Instead I texted him (you know, to be sure he was alive... 'cause my dreams are potent like that... yeah, they are.) I'll prolly stay up under Ro this Saturday because I am still freaked out. Sad times, man!!!
In other news, I'm thinking of being Janet Jackson from Pleasure Principle for All Hallow's Eve.
dreams,
all hallow's eve