Jere Dies
I had a sad dream last night. I woke up crying. The beginning wasn't sad, just strange. Alex lived in an apartment in an old building. A VERY old building that looked from the outside as though nobody should live there. It was in the downtown area of the city, which was not Winnipeg, though I can't say where it was. Chicago springs to mind, but I've never been there so I can't say how accurate that is. Anyway, this building was next to another old building that had broken out windows and crumbled walls, in places. There was something rigged up in it to activate when there was enough movement. A gangster scene, a shootout, would begin and play out for the amusement of onlookers. There were no real people, just puppets and robots with pre-recorded soundtracks and effects. It was pretty cool to see a couple of times, but Alex lived next door and we would periodically activate it accidentally from his patio, which just got annoying. His apartment was a beautiful loft with lots of windows and a great view (of what?). He lived with his sister, Lauren, who came home one day with some new purchases. I forget what the first thing was, but the second thing was a clock. She was talking about it, and I ripped off the plastic. The clock was shaped like a castle from a fairy tale. As soon as I opened it she informed me that it was a gift for someone else.
I'm not even really sure that the second part of the dream was in any way connected because I can't remember the sequence of events. I do remember, however, being told by someone that Jere had died. Everyone seemed sad, but nobody was REALLY upset, and I felt like I couldn't react because nobody else was. It seemed that the others were really grieving, but doing so quietly and while going on with their usual life. I tried, but burst into tears at several points, only to be consoled by people saying "Oh Alli, we thought you'd be able to handle this." Even Jere's dad seemed sad, but together about it. People were saying things like "death is part of life", but not reacting in the usual way. At some point I was sent to collect some of his belongings. I came back with a fur coat. Someone had his wallet and was paying back some debts. It seemed that Jere owed a few people $10, and had very conveniently died with a wallet full of tens. After debts were paid there was $10 left, and the person with the wallet held it up saying "Who wants this?" I felt that it was highly inappropriate, and fortunately so did Jere's dad who snatched it and said that it was to be given to Jere's grandmother. Many people gathered in Alex's apartment (which was at this point looking a lot more like his actual apartment) for a party. There were people in the kitchen dancing, and others watching. The people in the kitchen were doing some kind of a performance. A special dance that involved guns and pretending to shoot someone. It was Alex's turn to take part in this crazy dance, so he went up and began dancing with a very short girl. He leaned over and kissed her, and I went pretty crazy. I screamed and yelled, I slapped him and slapped her, and made my way through the kitchen were I found my broken sunglasses. This only made me more angry, and I slapped Alex again (I deemed it somehow his fault that they'd gotten broken). Charmaine's mom was there and I called her a bitch. She said "Do you really think I'm a bitch, or are you just angry at Jere for dying?" I burst into tears again and woke up.
I'm not even really sure that the second part of the dream was in any way connected because I can't remember the sequence of events. I do remember, however, being told by someone that Jere had died. Everyone seemed sad, but nobody was REALLY upset, and I felt like I couldn't react because nobody else was. It seemed that the others were really grieving, but doing so quietly and while going on with their usual life. I tried, but burst into tears at several points, only to be consoled by people saying "Oh Alli, we thought you'd be able to handle this." Even Jere's dad seemed sad, but together about it. People were saying things like "death is part of life", but not reacting in the usual way. At some point I was sent to collect some of his belongings. I came back with a fur coat. Someone had his wallet and was paying back some debts. It seemed that Jere owed a few people $10, and had very conveniently died with a wallet full of tens. After debts were paid there was $10 left, and the person with the wallet held it up saying "Who wants this?" I felt that it was highly inappropriate, and fortunately so did Jere's dad who snatched it and said that it was to be given to Jere's grandmother. Many people gathered in Alex's apartment (which was at this point looking a lot more like his actual apartment) for a party. There were people in the kitchen dancing, and others watching. The people in the kitchen were doing some kind of a performance. A special dance that involved guns and pretending to shoot someone. It was Alex's turn to take part in this crazy dance, so he went up and began dancing with a very short girl. He leaned over and kissed her, and I went pretty crazy. I screamed and yelled, I slapped him and slapped her, and made my way through the kitchen were I found my broken sunglasses. This only made me more angry, and I slapped Alex again (I deemed it somehow his fault that they'd gotten broken). Charmaine's mom was there and I called her a bitch. She said "Do you really think I'm a bitch, or are you just angry at Jere for dying?" I burst into tears again and woke up.