Walking Through A Friend

Alright, the dream starts off simple enough. I'm in my living room, which is well-lit with natural light through my front windows. In the room with me is my friend Janice. She's my age (17), a little bit shorter than me and I consider her a person with serious leadership potential. In the dream she's standing there, and I immediately notice she's wearing shorts, shoes and socks that extend a little past her ankles. The rest of her is clothed, but in what I don't know.

There is something strange about Janice, though. She occasionally seems to get blurry and fade involuntarily, sort of like with a camera that isn't focused right. When she does this, it is possible to phase right through her, as though she's a ghost. Knowing this, I walk up to her and try to put my arm through her. I believe what happens instead is that I get my arms around her, and I can't really describe the visuals of the dream for that moment. I feel myself embracing something, but it doesn't feel like it's her, just a cold, metal pole perhaps.

I unembrace her and step back. Then I say, "I want to walk through you!." Janice retorts with, "No, because that would involve us coming together" (that is, in a sexual way, since for a brief moment our bodies would indeed in a sense be together, when I'm standing in her). Then she goes to rub her left eye and it falls out of its socket. The eye hangs in mid air, connected to what appears to be a thick string of tear liquid. A tear drips off the eye, to which I comment, "Drip."

The dream changes to me programming in JavaScript. I see a couple commands designed in a C++ style. I add something to the top of the screen. End dream.

Now, I have my own personal opinion as to what the dream could mean. I've found myself jealous of a guy friend of mine because, he, she and I only have one class together. He sits next to her while I am a row in front of them. They banter and converse and I usually just listen to the teacher or chat with another one of my friends. I do desire a strengthening of friendship with Janice, because we seldom speak to each other and, in my opinion, a friendship needs to have plenty of effective communication, and we hardly speak at all. In the past I had a crush on her, a couple times I think, and there have been times when she has incited my baser (that is, lustful)instincts. Perhaps this is what is being reflected in this dream. It was quite vivid.

Me: 17.5 years old, geeky, very impulsive, consider friendships to be very important and I don't like losing friends. I lost one once, due to an apparent suicide, and since then I've not wanted to lose anyone else, even if they live on. It's sort of like they've died to me, since that needed communication is cut off.