Right now I have the creepiest feeling hanging over me. In my dream about 20 minutes ago, Garrett and I were traveling to and then through some large city. I was admiring a crazy skyscraper that was shaped like a giant xmas tree topper with several spiral spike-shaped portions twisting out from the bottom. Each section was an inhabited part of the building, it was really quite amazing to look at.
As it happens so often in dreams, we had to get out of the train or whatever we were riding and catch a bus, only there were lots of people and several buses and questions about the buses and traffic and weird people. You know the way dreams are. Eventually, we ended up in a large group of people at a house (bed and breakfast, maybe?) at one end of a large urban valley, and some of us decided to walk while others decided to stay behind. Garrett and I set out with a friend of mine from high school and headed down the large slope.
After covering a pretty good chunk of the distance I looked back to see if I could still see the house, and I noticed that it was just me and Garrett. I could see all around us and the friend was just nowhere to be found. We decided to go back to the house and see if he'd turned back without telling us. When we got there I started asking around about him and a Nintendo Gamecube started to transform. This didn't phase me at all, it was perfectly natural that it was about to act like some sort of robot maid or something and tell me the status of everyone who had come and gone that day. But just then I started to wake up.
In my waking haze I started to think about the way dreams are always like movies in that so much is happening purely for visual effect, everything always goes wrong, and you can never think of a way to solve even the simplest of problems. As I lay there I started thinking, why didn't we just try calling him on his cell phone? Wait, does he have a cell phone?
That's when it came rushing back to me that, in real life, he's dead. I think I feel worse at this moment than I did when I learned he died. Dreams are very random and this one doesn't mean that I've forgotten him, but it was a really weird feeling for a few moments waking up trying to remember when the last time we talked was, why it's been a while, and how I would get a hold of him if I needed to.
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