Dreaming of dead friends
Last night dreamt of my childhood friend Tim. I remember telling him about the time his grandmother stole my clothes at a church youth rally, his brother Keith was working on some bike and I was offering advice to him on how to fix things. I was holding tims hands and his skin was so rough so I got some lotion and massaged it into them as we sat on the couch cuddling.
I was never that entirely close with him in real life. We went to church and school together and had fun at the youth group activities. We never hung out outside of that though.
This one felt so real though, just like we were really just hanging out.
The last time I dreamt of a friend like this was when I was pregnant with Hannah, and before we knew she was a girl, my friend Matt who died a few years earlier, showed up in a dream at a basketball court with a child with no face. I asked who that was but he only smiled and held out a basketball. We played one on one and after a few games he took the child's hand and walked away waving and smiling back at me.
It's all so weird.
I was never that entirely close with him in real life. We went to church and school together and had fun at the youth group activities. We never hung out outside of that though.
This one felt so real though, just like we were really just hanging out.
The last time I dreamt of a friend like this was when I was pregnant with Hannah, and before we knew she was a girl, my friend Matt who died a few years earlier, showed up in a dream at a basketball court with a child with no face. I asked who that was but he only smiled and held out a basketball. We played one on one and after a few games he took the child's hand and walked away waving and smiling back at me.
It's all so weird.