Last Night I Had A Dream

On this morning I woke up with a fresh dream. I enjoy when I wake up like this. I enjoy waking up well rested, but when I wake up with a dream on my mind, I kind of feel like I accomplished something. Like all that REM sleep produced something tangible that I can break down and decipher. Another thing I feel about dreams are that if you remember a dream when you wake up, it might be an important message from your subconscious. And if it stays with you throughout the day, something or someone, whether it’s your mind or your Higher Power, is trying to relay a message to you when you’re at your most peaceful. One of my character traits that has become somewhat of a character flaw for me is overthinking. I have a penchant for breaking down every angle of a situation to ensure that I either make what I feel is the right decision or to make sure that another person’s feelings is not destroyed by my actions. I say all that to say I had a dream this morning that I don’t know how to break down. It was simple. It wasn’t much going on in the dream, but it was a dream nonetheless. Last night, I had a dream about Rap, the friend I lost in 2017. I talked about him in a previous post when I began to realize that when I passed a specific threshold in my drinking, my emotions would overcome me. Since then, there have been times where sadness would take over when no alcohol was involved especially around the anniversary of his passing or social media would remind me of times we had. But back to the dream. In the dream, he literally called me. I mean called me in 2020. I answered and he act like nothing happened. I’m thinking in the dream that you’re not on this plane anymore. How are you talking to me? How do you not know you’ve been physically gone for over 2 years? The conversation was the typical “Do Some” call when he was healthy and he had no worries. He asked me about a classmate that we lost track of. His voice is still fresh in my head.

“What’s up bro?” he asks.

“What’s up?” I reply, voice crackling.

“Hey, you remember (classmate’s name)? I was just thinking about where he at right now.”

“Nah, bruh. I don’t now where he at.”

By that time I had got teary eyed and my hand covered my face. The dream is foggy by now, but I’m still trying to figure out the point of the dream. What was I supposed to learn from this interaction between myself and my good friend? Dreams are very interesting to me. To me, dreams are a way for you mind to get the message from the universe that you need. It’s up to the receiver to grab the message and decipher it accordingly.