I often wonder if maybe someone slipped some acid in my drink because nothing in my dreams ever make sense. They're always bouncing around, and weird things pop out of no where. Last night was way different. Some of you might remeber me posting about my friend Robert who passed away. Well, he was in my dream last night. This is what happened.
I was walking into this building, and I had no clue why I was there, but I was just looking for a way out. A door opened and out walked Robert. Right when I saw him, I froze up because I knew he was dead. He was just smiling at me. Like this huge grin he use to give me all the time. He just ran up to me and wrapped his arm around me and gave me this huge bear hug. When he hugged me, I realized I was dreaming. Then when he let go he told me that I was dreaming. He put his arm around my shoulder, and we started walking through the building. We were talking and I asked him if he was okay now. He said he was great and no one should worry. He just kept having this big huge smile on his face which put me at total ease. But then we started talking more and I can't remember what that part was about, but he kept telling me that everything was going to be okay. And I thought he was talking about himself. But then he told me that it was me that would be okay. That soon everything was goine to fine. It was more on the lines of he was comforting me because something had happened.
I was trying to ask him why he was telling me this, but then I woke up. I was pretty stunned for a while because this was just so random. Over the past few weeks, Robert hasn't really entered my mind, ya know. It's not like I had been talking about him or anything. And suddenly he's in my dreams?
All day at work it was just bugging me. I talked about it to Michelle and she was freaked out too because we both agreed we don't like people who have passed away trying to comfort us. I know this year has been crazy, and if he's trying to tell me that things are going to get better then awesome. I'm all about this year getting better. But if he meant something bad is going to happen like how I'm taking it - I'm freaked out. I know I probably just sound crazy and am over thinking this too much, but it's just completely caught me off guard. I don't want anymore dreams like that. Maybe I should write a letter to the Sandman requesting that only crazy acid trip dreams are welcomed in my mind, nothing else.


