This morning I woke up in tears. Bawling. I can't even think or talk about it without feeling panicky and tearing up. I dreamt that one of my close friends died. It was so vivid. And it wasn't one of those crazy dreams where people just randomly die, no. It was like she literally died. There was a reason. And she died. It was kind of a stupid reason, but she died while rock climbing, she hit her head. The dream started off with her parents coming to my school to tell us all what had happened. And then we went to her funeral a while later and jasmin sang "hallelujah" at the funeral. And when I was saying my condolences to her family I accidentally called her dad by the nickname she calls him all the time "papa scovs" and he started to cry. I felt so bad. I also saw the cascate lowered into the ground and I put something in the ground with her. I dont know what it was though. Then I locked myself in my room and then I woke up... in tears.
We looked up the meaning of my dream and I don't remember the exact meaning but it wasn't good.
I have to go to bed now... lets see what tonight brings. Hopefully it is less depressing.
yours,
a dancer.
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