Chaos of the Mind/To Sleep, Perchance to Dream (Brycen, this one's for you)
Last night, I had probably the most fucked up plethera of dreams last night. And I can mostly remember them. But the strangest one was one concerning Brycen.
I had pulled up to this enormous chruch, with my friend (I don't remember who it was), and they stayed in the car, while I went inside. I don't know why I stopped at this church, but I just felt compelled to. Well, it turned out that this church was also a hospital, though there was no one in this hospital. I began to look around, and I came apon this room that was sort of a lobby.
There was guy in this room, sitting on the couch, kind of talking to himself. His head was shaved, and there were scars all over it. He looked in real bad shape, just from the back. I walked around the couch slowly, the voice sounding more and more familiar. When I saw Brycen's face, tears swelled up in my eyes. "Brycen?"
He looked up at me, with this sort of hope swelling inside of him. "Chris?" He stood up and looked at me in disbelief. And then he gives me the biggest hug that I think I've ever recieved.
"How are you doing, man? It's been a while." I said to him, or something to that effect. He still hadn't let go of me. It ended up that I was the first person, save for one other, that he had seen in about two years. He told me all of this while still holding on to me. It was as if he had been drowing in the middle of the ocean, and along came this safety raft, and he refused to let go. I asked him if there was anything I could do. He asked if I would dance with him. A strange request, but it didn't register so strange at the time. So he and I danced, while I sung Wonderwall by Oasis quietly.
After a little while of doing this, another person walked in. He scared the shit out me. But it ended up that it was a priest of some sort. Definately of the Christian persuasion. He told me to calm down, that he wasn't going to hurt me. He said that he came every so often to help Brycen. That they would talk and pray together. He asked me if I would join them, this evening. I couldn't turn the offer. Not after seeing Brycen like this.
So we sat around and talked for a little while, and then we knelt around this very small coffee table, in the lobby, and the three of held eachothers hands, and we prayed. That was the first time, I think I could say, that my whole heart went into a prayer. I wanted God to help Brycen so badly that it hurt inside. I sat there and prayed, and prayed, and prayed. I don't know how much time had passed, but it felt like an eternity crammed into the span of two minutes.
When I opened my eyes, the old priest looked at me and smiled. He told me that only family was allowed to visit Brycen. Then added that I could stay. When I looked at Brycen, a large smile spread across my face. His hair had grown back, his face had colour again. He looked completely healthy. I gave him another hug, and told him how glad I was that he was alright. And then he left with me and my friend. We drove off, into the night. The lights of the Church/Hospital were still on, yet no one there.
That was only one of my dreams last night. I think I had at least three more. And I can remember them fairly well.... But that was the one that I had to tell someone.
Faretheewell
I had pulled up to this enormous chruch, with my friend (I don't remember who it was), and they stayed in the car, while I went inside. I don't know why I stopped at this church, but I just felt compelled to. Well, it turned out that this church was also a hospital, though there was no one in this hospital. I began to look around, and I came apon this room that was sort of a lobby.
There was guy in this room, sitting on the couch, kind of talking to himself. His head was shaved, and there were scars all over it. He looked in real bad shape, just from the back. I walked around the couch slowly, the voice sounding more and more familiar. When I saw Brycen's face, tears swelled up in my eyes. "Brycen?"
He looked up at me, with this sort of hope swelling inside of him. "Chris?" He stood up and looked at me in disbelief. And then he gives me the biggest hug that I think I've ever recieved.
"How are you doing, man? It's been a while." I said to him, or something to that effect. He still hadn't let go of me. It ended up that I was the first person, save for one other, that he had seen in about two years. He told me all of this while still holding on to me. It was as if he had been drowing in the middle of the ocean, and along came this safety raft, and he refused to let go. I asked him if there was anything I could do. He asked if I would dance with him. A strange request, but it didn't register so strange at the time. So he and I danced, while I sung Wonderwall by Oasis quietly.
After a little while of doing this, another person walked in. He scared the shit out me. But it ended up that it was a priest of some sort. Definately of the Christian persuasion. He told me to calm down, that he wasn't going to hurt me. He said that he came every so often to help Brycen. That they would talk and pray together. He asked me if I would join them, this evening. I couldn't turn the offer. Not after seeing Brycen like this.
So we sat around and talked for a little while, and then we knelt around this very small coffee table, in the lobby, and the three of held eachothers hands, and we prayed. That was the first time, I think I could say, that my whole heart went into a prayer. I wanted God to help Brycen so badly that it hurt inside. I sat there and prayed, and prayed, and prayed. I don't know how much time had passed, but it felt like an eternity crammed into the span of two minutes.
When I opened my eyes, the old priest looked at me and smiled. He told me that only family was allowed to visit Brycen. Then added that I could stay. When I looked at Brycen, a large smile spread across my face. His hair had grown back, his face had colour again. He looked completely healthy. I gave him another hug, and told him how glad I was that he was alright. And then he left with me and my friend. We drove off, into the night. The lights of the Church/Hospital were still on, yet no one there.
That was only one of my dreams last night. I think I had at least three more. And I can remember them fairly well.... But that was the one that I had to tell someone.
Faretheewell