CosmicVision

This is my first DJ entry. I actually had this dream about a week ago, but it was a very interesting one, so I figured I'd get the ball rolling and post it anyway.

I've recently graduated high school and I'm back at home, and I'm going to the high school alumni Mass (Catholic school) in hopes of seeing some of my old friends. I saw a friend of mine named P that had transferred schools at the beginning of junior year, and I hadn't seen him since then. We hadn't been good friends and we always kept our distance just because our personalities were not very compatible. But we each smiled warmly at each other and found a seat together. Pretty soon, we're shooting the shit like old friends. Another female friend from my high school named M joins us, and we're just having a fun time before the Mass starts.

I want to note the church I was in, if you can call it that. It was in the same room that we were going to have the reception dinner in, so there were tables and chairs instead of pews. In the back corner of the room, there was a hallway filled with arrangements of couches, comfy chairs, and tables. That was where we were. M and I shared a couch, and P had a chair. I don't remember where the altar was in particular; it could have been at the front of the dining room like it normally should have been, but I also remember it being in the hallway next to me. It was a weird layout that didn't make sense, but whatever.

Anyway, the Mass starts and everything goes as normal. M was the one who was supposed to read the First Reading, so she did that and came back. But when we got to the reading of the Gospel, things got weird.

The priest saying the Mass was a short old dude who looked like the priest in The Princess Bride. He had an abrasive and loud high-pitched voice. He began to read a verse from the Bible. At first it was like any other verse, but as he read on, I began to recognize it as a verse that was extremely important.

Now it's time to tell the backstory on this dream: P was a classmate of mine until early junior year, when he transferred to another school. Nobody in my class seemed to have much contact with him, except Facebook. Down the line, he started making strange Facebook statuses about getting into fights, strange conspiracy theories, and hateful statuses. I didn't think much of it; P was always combative and not that easy to get along with IRL. But one day, I the school made an announcement that he had killed himself. People who still talked to him said that he was basically a shell of himself. He died a week before his birthday. I attended the funeral, and the testimonies I heard showed me a different side of him. He was always known for his loyalty and willingness to help his friends and family. It left a big impact on me.

So back to the dream. The priest was saying the Gospel, and although I don't remember any of the content of the verse, it was somehow strongly related to P and his death. I don't know if it was read at his funeral, or actually written about his death or what, but there was a strong connection that lay heavier in my heart the more he read. Dark ominous strings were playing in the background as he bellowed the verse. Everyone else in the room recognized the verse too, and everyone saw its connection to P. When the priest finished the reading, everyone was in tears. M was curled up into a ball weeping. I put my arm around her comfortingly, and made eye contact with another guy with tears in his eyes, while I fought to keep mine back. The room was in silence now except for the sound of sobbing. The Mass seemed to be over this point. I got up and gave P a massive bro-hug. I told him to look around at all the people who missed him, and to not ever think that he wasn't loved.

Soon, people started to file out, including M. I had some more questions for P. I asked him, "So how does it feel for you to be back here now?... you know, the actor you." When I said that I realized how badly worded and nonsensical that sentence was, and that caused me to wake up.

I haven't had a dream that powerful and vivid in a long long time.