Dreams

Dreams can be nice. Or sometimes they're just plain nightmares. How often do we have nightmares? I don't have many of them, but I do dream. Do I dream every night? Not really, but I do.

There are times where I dream the weirdest things and then the next day I try to analyze them. I'm walking down a long hallway, then I'm at a store picking out curtains. Next I'm jogging and I see a bunch of mountain bikers walking their bikes instead of riding them. Just weird.

But sometimes we dream things that tend to stick in our heads all day. And here's one dream that will stick in my mind for a long time before I can make peace with it.

A week ago I had a dream that I was home in New York and on the corner waiting to cross the street. Now in reality, I have done this a million times when I was living back home. It was the neighborhood I grew up in. And crossing this street was pretty rough there. So in my dream, I'm standing on the corner waiting to cross the street and a friend of mine and my family walks by me. He saw me and said hello! He said to me, "Long time no see." And I told him I was home visiting my parents. He said, "Very nice. You look good!" And I said thank you. He then said to take care and smiled as he walked towards his home. And I smiled and looked back at the light and continued to wait to cross. It was nice to see him, I thought.

That was it. The next day I remembered this dream. I don't usually think of him often, let alone dream of him, but I did. And several days later, my mother calls me to tell me that he died. I couldn't believe it. I asked how, cause he wasn't old. Was he sick? I couldn't believe it!

Then she told me that he was crossing the street. The same corner in my dream. He was crossing the street and a cab hit him really bad. They took him to the hospital where he was still alive for a few days, but unfortunately he didn't make it.

And so now I feel sad. I feel weird and I'm in shock. And I'm thinking he came to me to say hello before he died. Because it was around that time. And he was nice as always to me, for all the years I have known him. And to hear that this has happened. I'm truly sad. I really am. So was that a dream that I had? I could have seen him somewhere else. But I saw him there at the corner. What a coincidence. Or was this much more than a dream?