I finally dreamed about Barry last night, which seemed to be the first time in forever. I've never really dreamed of him, just bits and pieces. It has never been a full length movie-like dream.
In my dream my life was just like it is now. I was either sitting at my desk reading the news online, or reading a newspaper, and I saw a title that shocked and intrigued me, so I read further. It said "Man found hiding out in Shelton". Immediately my eyes were drawn to the article, and it turns out it was Barry. Who was supposed to be dead. I don't remember much after that, but in my dream I did see him again. I remember feeling numb. I wasn't happy, or sad, or anything really. I do remember telling him he couldn't sleep in my bed anymore.
And then my alarm went off.
What a bizarre dream!! Honestly, I don't even know what to make of that because it was so strange. Why would I dream that?
I do think though, that I am glad I haven't had those really intense dreams where you remember everything about it in the morning. Having one of those would be too painful for me, because I would get to see him, and talk to him, and touch him in my dreams. And then upon waking up, it would be like a dagger stuck in my heart, because I'd wake up to the cruel reality that he is no longer here. I really do prefer not dreaming about him.
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