Well the background info first, my boyfriend, John, passed away four months ago. I don't think I have to explain the emotions that brings.
I've only had two dreams about him, the first I barley remember, but it wasnt quite as... depressing.
Kaye, so. I was walking through my old neighboorhood with one of my good friends, and we were talking about John. My friend was his best friend, and has had many dreams about John. He was asking me alot of questions about him, and how I was handling things, and even though I was crying, he kept smiling. (He had papers in his back pockets... totally irrelevant, but I remember that) I don't remember most of the conversation, but when we were close to my old house, he asked me "What would you do if John was still alive", and I just kind of stared at him for a minute, until he pointed to my house. When I realized what he was implying I ran to the house and threw open the front door and John was standing there. I expected him to be as happy to see me, as I was to see him, but he wasnt. He hugged me, but he just.. he didn't seem happy. I don't remember much else, except sitting at a table with John, and two other friends, and through out the whole dream, John wouldnt talk to me, but he would talk to the other two.
I remember my friend saying something about his death being a cover up, and that no one else could know that he was alive.
