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Nathan
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I had a pretty heavy dream last night that I'm going to share with you cause I figure you'll enjoy analyzing it for gay inuendos. Pricks.
First though, it needs some background established. Growing up, my parents helped raise the son of a friend of theirs whose name was Trevor. Trevor was like my big brother and I spent a lot of time with him. When I was 13, he was living with us and working building movie sets. One morning before school he said goodbye and left for work. I got a call after school before my parents got home that his heart had stopped on his drive to work and he was dead at 28 years old. Shit happens but it sucked. Anyways, here's my dream:
I'm sitting in a dank, dark basement by myself. All of a sudden, Trevor is there and we're shooting the shit like we would do today if he were still alive. We smoke a joint and talk about random things. (I didn't know 9 years ago that Trevor and my parents we're all stoners - my parents still are - but obviously I've pieced it together.) Anyways, I hear my mom or someone call me from upstairs and so turn to him and say, "Stay right there okay." I turn to go upstairs and I can feel behind me that he isn't there anymore yet I hear him say, "I'm not going anywhere." I all of a sudden am aware of how lonely and creepy the basement is so I hurry upstairs. My parents, my brother, and Gary (Trevor's dad who is like agrandpa to me) are all there and they look very ill and near death. The best way to describe how they look is the way people look when one is on shrooms. If you've ever done shrooms and looked at yourself in the mirror while on them then you know what I'm talking about. Their eyes were yellow and their skin was splotchy. They all got ready for bed and then I woke up. It has to be the most vivid dream I have ever had and I hope I never forget it. That is all. Any dreams to share?
First though, it needs some background established. Growing up, my parents helped raise the son of a friend of theirs whose name was Trevor. Trevor was like my big brother and I spent a lot of time with him. When I was 13, he was living with us and working building movie sets. One morning before school he said goodbye and left for work. I got a call after school before my parents got home that his heart had stopped on his drive to work and he was dead at 28 years old. Shit happens but it sucked. Anyways, here's my dream:
I'm sitting in a dank, dark basement by myself. All of a sudden, Trevor is there and we're shooting the shit like we would do today if he were still alive. We smoke a joint and talk about random things. (I didn't know 9 years ago that Trevor and my parents we're all stoners - my parents still are - but obviously I've pieced it together.) Anyways, I hear my mom or someone call me from upstairs and so turn to him and say, "Stay right there okay." I turn to go upstairs and I can feel behind me that he isn't there anymore yet I hear him say, "I'm not going anywhere." I all of a sudden am aware of how lonely and creepy the basement is so I hurry upstairs. My parents, my brother, and Gary (Trevor's dad who is like agrandpa to me) are all there and they look very ill and near death. The best way to describe how they look is the way people look when one is on shrooms. If you've ever done shrooms and looked at yourself in the mirror while on them then you know what I'm talking about. Their eyes were yellow and their skin was splotchy. They all got ready for bed and then I woke up. It has to be the most vivid dream I have ever had and I hope I never forget it. That is all. Any dreams to share?
