Dream Log: May 30, 2002

I am in an X-Wing fighter from Star Wars. I'm flying along happily when the guy on my right, one of my friends from my old school, get blown into a thousand pieces. The R2 droid crashes into my hull, and covers my screen, I can't see, Oh God! HELP!

I went down in flames and crashed on a green planet, I stepped out of my ship and dropped to the ground, my legs hurt badly. I looked up to see someone looking down at me, it was my friend who had died in the crash! He was in peasents clothing, I laughed, but stopped when he picked up a pitch fork. He rammed it down into my throat, and I woke up, his eyes still in my memory.

Usually my dreams about him are some random situation in which he is blowing me off. To be fair, I think this is more of a phobia than a legitimate situation.

Tonight, however, was different.

I dreamt that he hugged me in my sleep.

It was nice. I miss him. I'll be moving up to see him in 20 days, but I haven't seen him for three months.

This was the sweetest dream ever.