Sunday, February 19, 2012

Jussayin'...


This morning, I woke up from a strange dream.
Basically, I died...
BUT, not only did I go to heaven, DisasterCrush was there when I showed up.
Weird, I know.
I don't dream about DisasterCrush any more than I dream about anyone else in my life.
I would dream about Poetry Boy quite often for a long time last year, then eventually the reoccurring dreams stopped.
As far as DisasterCrush goes though, sometimes he'll pop up in a dream, but usually not & I never think anything of it when he does.
This last dream, however, it was just me & him in heaven.
Heaven was the country he lives in (the afore posted picture) & we were sitting by this fence, staring off at all the scenery.
I felt really familiar with him, like I'd known him all my life, but hadn't seen him in ages.
He told me I looked "hot" & then it dawned on us that we were alone in heaven, & we would never see anyone we loved ever again.
It was just me & him in paradise for eternity & we were both trying to decide how we felt about that.
Then I woke up...with a pretty bad headache.
No idea what the dream is supposed to mean, but it was nice seeing good ole' DisasterCrush again, & the beauty of the place we were in was surreal.

Whatever.
I was exhausted yesterday from getting up too early, & crying while watching Whitney Houston's homegoing.
I'm sure that played a part in how vivid the dream was.
Hopefully, it wasn't an omen.
I mean, I'd love to see DisasterCrush again, but we shouldn't both have to die for that to happen.