Scary dream.

I keep dreaming about my friend who has anorexia. It's probably because I'm so worried about her.

The dream started out as Toy Story, actually, which was fun. The toys were in the big toy box all chattering and moving around, but then we heard Andy coming and had to shut up quickly. I was a full-grown person, not a toy, but I apparently knew that they were alive, so I was trying to put them back in their places as quickly as possible before Andy got there.

Quickly shifts to me at EMU, trying to find the flute sectionals and instead getting very, very lost on campus and never making it where I'm supposed to be going. Also, I've taken a horse from the stables and put it in the entryway of a building on campus and am actively trying to find someone who can help me put it back as the dream progresses. Typical anxiety dream material.

Then the serious shit starts. My mom tells me that my friend with anorexia has died. She stopped taking her medicine because she was being stubborn and she had a heart attack. I didn't even have time to process this before my friend's father shows up, which was unexpected. He is a family friend of ours. I tried to give him a hug and said, "I'm so sorry," but he acted as though he didn't know what I was talking about.
I thought maybe I had found out about his daughter's death before he had, which is awful.

Thankfully, the dream ended there, but I'm still anxious to go check facebook and make sure my friend is still alive. (I know it's stupid to think the dream is true. But it was very real.)