Morbid Dream No. 3

To be directly followed by morbid dream number 2. This one is just fresher in my memory because I just woke up.

I have this horrible feeling that I'm going to lose someone close to me soon, because I keep having these dreams and I'm afraid they're premonitions. There was the one with my mom, then one with my very dear grandmother that I'm going to post soon and this one with my close childhood friend.

My friend Jody and I were assigned a project in school that required us to have a body of water that was exactly one foot deep. We went searching for such a body of water when we came across her neighbor's pool and hot tub.

We somehow ended breaking the pool, and were discovered by the mother of the household and several small children. However, she did not figure out that we had broken their pool and instead invited us inside.

We had a lovely time visiting with the mother and children, but I felt really guilty the whole time about breaking their pool. Just as the father was getting home (and I was sure he would discover what we had done) we left and went back to Jody's house.

This is the point in the dream at which I got extremely angry for no apparent reason and stayed that way for most of the dream afterwards.

I was so angry that I began throwing Jody's stuff around, then packed up my stuff and stormed out of her house to walk all the way home.

I decided to do laundry, so I packed up my laundry bag and marched to the laundry room at my college, which in the dream was a Bed, Bath, and Beyond store. I then attempted to use the model washers and dryers to actually do a load of laundry before someone told me that I wasn't supposed to be using them, I was in the wrong place.

At this point my childhood friend had shown up. He was a combination of my friend Jonah, Bryan, and a guy named Tyler who I just met three weeks ago. He hung around while I did laundry and made everyone else around the house feel pissy because I was so pissy. He somehow stayed in a good mood.

Then I went back to Jody's with my childhood friend and I went and did more angry things around Jody's neighborhood. While I was doing this, I lost track of my friend.

A little while later, my grandmother called and told me that my childhood friend had drowned in the neighbor's broken pool. I felt horrible that I had been so mean to him earlier and distinctly remember writing a tearful apology on his facebook wall in the futile hope that he might somehow read it from the beyond. A few other people who had already heard the news had posted their goodbyes as well.

I was still with Jody and now also Anna and a few of my family members when my childhood friend suddenly, miraculously showed up.

He told me that the doctors at the emergency room had brought him back and everything would be okay after all.

I was happy.