ook. i had bad dreams last night. icky, terrible dreams about people i love dying. i just joted off an e-mail to my friend anderla. she’s one of the people i dreamt that had died. she had cancer and went off to a pier to die alone. she didn’t want anyone with her. i was at some house with her family and my family, waiting for news. when we got the news that she died, i freaked. i sobbed and sobbed and sobbed. it was strange though. anderla’s parents were my aunt rosie and my brother-in-law tony’s dad. somehow i managed to get the responsibility to call all of anderla’s friends. it was so terrible. i hate dreams about people dying.
somehow the dream morphed into my cousin alan dying. alan died 4 and 1/2 years ago. it was wretched nonetheless. what a rotten way to end the year. i really, really hate dreaming about people dying because in the past these dreams have come true.
yeah, you all probably think i am a nutcase now. but i have proof! when i was a freshman in college i had a vivid dream about tom parker dying in a car accident. tom parker was the orangey haired boy who say behind me in 8th grade band. he played the trombone. i wrote all about the dream in my journal. a few weeks later, i got a letter from my best friend jodi. in the letter she told me about tom partker dying in a car accident. really! i still have the stuff.
there were lots of other death dreams that came true. but that’s the only one i have proof of. ick. now i am afriad to go back to sleep. i need to think happy thoughts.