Ophelia's Book O' Fun II

I dreamed Chris had somehow died, and I was in a hotel room for some reason. Like he had died in an accident while we were on a vacation somewhere. I was mourning the loss, and someone else was with me, can't remember who. I don't think it was Danny, seems like it was one of my girl friends. Anyway, suddenly Chris was there, playing in one of the hotel beds. It was his ghost, but he had a perfect corporeal form somehow. And somehow I had the knowledge that he couldn't age in this form, nor could he ever leave this hotel room. He was stuck there forever. But he didn't know he had died. So I had to explain to him what had happened, and it made him cry. I also made the decision that I would live there and never leave him.

A funny side note: Yesterday irl I had a funny conversation with Chris. He started dancing to a song, but kinda bad. So I said "Stop dancing like a white boy. Remember, you're half Venezuelan, you need to get some better moves!" He said "I'm WHAT?" And I reminded him that his biological father was born and raised in Venezuela, which makes him half. So he said, "Well I thought since I was born in Brooklyn, that makes me New Yorkan."

Haha what a dorkus!