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So I've been thinking about putting together a dream diary, not that you guys would ever see it as many of my dreams are incredibly personal/disturbing, but last night almost cinched it. I'm excellent at remembering my dreams, but when I try to write them down they come out all garbled. "Climbed to the top of a hill, ate cream puffs." Yeah, not too weird, but I'll bet they were psychedlic cream puffs in my dream.
So I've been dreaming of someone that I haven't seen in over two years, someone that I didn't know THAT well anyway. His name is William Robbins. He joined the army. I'm afraid he's dead. I know some of you probably HATE hearing about other people's dreams because they have to go into every detail and then after you've zoned out they ask you what they mean. For those of you who are like that, bear with me.
The first dream was last November, a little before Thanksgiving. I was working in some sort of retail store that reminded me of my old GameKeeper days. I went over to help someone that I hadn't notice come in and when he turned around, it was William. He hugged me like he way saying goodbye, and just held me for the longest time. It felt safe. I turned away from him to address someone else, something along the lines of "This is my old friend blah blah blah" but when I turned back he was gone. Just, disappeared.
I'm having trouble remembering the second dream, now. But it was very similar, and about three months later. Same kind of thing. He shows up someplace that I would normally be, hugs me, lets go, poof gone. God dammit.
I just woke up from the third one. I was at some sort of camp ground, or farm, or something like that, sitting on a porch of a cabin, doing nothing, when he walked up. I ran up to meet him and got that same hug. I told him about the two dreams I had and how I thought he was dead. He grinned and we sat and talked for a long time, always with at least one arm around the other. It was great, I think I've probably built him up a lot from high school, but that's normal. He didn't leave this time, but I woke up happy. So strange. I wonder what it all means.
I willed myself back to sleep as I admittedly wanted to see him again, but no such luck. I DID dream that I was a helicopter pilot and saved the day by shooting Nazi troops with rockets, but I'll bet you've all had dreams like that. Blowing up Nazis is cool.
So I've been dreaming of someone that I haven't seen in over two years, someone that I didn't know THAT well anyway. His name is William Robbins. He joined the army. I'm afraid he's dead. I know some of you probably HATE hearing about other people's dreams because they have to go into every detail and then after you've zoned out they ask you what they mean. For those of you who are like that, bear with me.
The first dream was last November, a little before Thanksgiving. I was working in some sort of retail store that reminded me of my old GameKeeper days. I went over to help someone that I hadn't notice come in and when he turned around, it was William. He hugged me like he way saying goodbye, and just held me for the longest time. It felt safe. I turned away from him to address someone else, something along the lines of "This is my old friend blah blah blah" but when I turned back he was gone. Just, disappeared.
I'm having trouble remembering the second dream, now. But it was very similar, and about three months later. Same kind of thing. He shows up someplace that I would normally be, hugs me, lets go, poof gone. God dammit.
I just woke up from the third one. I was at some sort of camp ground, or farm, or something like that, sitting on a porch of a cabin, doing nothing, when he walked up. I ran up to meet him and got that same hug. I told him about the two dreams I had and how I thought he was dead. He grinned and we sat and talked for a long time, always with at least one arm around the other. It was great, I think I've probably built him up a lot from high school, but that's normal. He didn't leave this time, but I woke up happy. So strange. I wonder what it all means.
I willed myself back to sleep as I admittedly wanted to see him again, but no such luck. I DID dream that I was a helicopter pilot and saved the day by shooting Nazi troops with rockets, but I'll bet you've all had dreams like that. Blowing up Nazis is cool.