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Jul. 13th, 2003 01:14 pmFor the past two weeks, I've been dreaming about my best friend from junior high, Lindsey. I haven't seen her since our high school graduation, and I haven't talked to her through email for at least...four years.
I woke up from yet another dream about her this morning. I dreamt we were still best friends, and that we were wandering around some building, trying to figure out how to get to the main stage because we were supposed to be giving a speech or something at some show.
So I got up out of bed, wondering why on earth I dreamt about Lindsey -again- and headed to get something to eat for breakfast. My mother was on the telephone, talking to someone (later I found out it was my sister) and I heard her mention Lindsey's last name. Naturally, I was a little freaked by this since I was just dreaming about her. So I listened, but couldn't figure out why she was talking about her. So I walked into the living room and asked why she was talking about Lindsey.
She looked up at me and I knew something was wrong. She told me that Lindsey's dad died Friday night. I stood there, stunned. I'm -still- stunned. My mom, sister and I are all going to the visitation tomorrow night.
Is -this- why I've been dreaming about her?
I really wish I had answers.
I woke up from yet another dream about her this morning. I dreamt we were still best friends, and that we were wandering around some building, trying to figure out how to get to the main stage because we were supposed to be giving a speech or something at some show.
So I got up out of bed, wondering why on earth I dreamt about Lindsey -again- and headed to get something to eat for breakfast. My mother was on the telephone, talking to someone (later I found out it was my sister) and I heard her mention Lindsey's last name. Naturally, I was a little freaked by this since I was just dreaming about her. So I listened, but couldn't figure out why she was talking about her. So I walked into the living room and asked why she was talking about Lindsey.
She looked up at me and I knew something was wrong. She told me that Lindsey's dad died Friday night. I stood there, stunned. I'm -still- stunned. My mom, sister and I are all going to the visitation tomorrow night.
Is -this- why I've been dreaming about her?
I really wish I had answers.
