Have you ever had a dream that really effected you once you were awake? Yes? Did this effect last a few days? Because if so, I’m right there with you.
This is Jon. Most of my blog followers and friends know him, at least OF him. He’s without a doubt one of my best friends and someone I miss dearly on a daily basis. Why? He lives in London. We met four years ago at a summer camp we both worked at. We talk pretty regularly and we try to see each other a few times a year.
I have not gotten to talk to him much over the past couple months because I’ve been so busy and he has been traveling with work and has a girlfriend that lives in Holland. Skyping and FB have somewhat taken a back seat. And I think it sucks but I did not realize how much not speaking with him for months effected me.
This past Sunday I had THE WORST dream I have ever had in my life. And it was totally out of left field. [Mind you: you cannot control what you dream, obviously] But anywho, my dream was that Jon died. And normally when you dream about someone else dying or yourself dying you wake just before they officially pass. Not in this dream. Jon’s brother Tom called me and told me Jon had died. I don’t know how but clearly that was not important. I jumped on a plane and flew to England. And I went through the motions…..the wake…..the funeral….the funeral reception…and the only thing I remember after that was that I cried. I cried all day every day. I cried because my best friend was gone. I could never tell him or talk to him about anything ever again. And when I woke up I was scared to death [no pun intended] because it was one of those dreams that felt so incredibly real. I touched my face thinking it’d be tear soaked. But no, I came to and realized it was a dream. Just a horrifying, excruciating dream. I tried going back to sleep but I slipped back into it.
And what’s worse than this is that it is still getting to me. I still feel uncomfortable about it. And so incredibly anxious to talk to him. I wrote him but nothing as of yet….
So Jon Steward Moore, I miss you and love you.
[talk.to.you.soon.]
