Weird dreams happen to me a lot but here lately they have been getting weirder. The other night I dreamt about someone I haven’t seen in almost a year. When I woke up I was upset but I couldn’t remember why. Later on that day I was on Facebook and I started talking to his brother and as we were talking the dream came back bit by bit.
It started out at my Mother’s house. I don’t know why I was there as I tend to avoid that place an awful lot as there are always arguments when I go. It was me, my mother, my step-dad and my younger sister. My mother was cooking and I don’t know why she never cooks. My step-dad was being the typical step-dad and hounding me for something or another. Suddenly there was a knock at the front door and there M was with another man. I don’t know who the other man was but I remember he was tall and tan with dark black hair and amazingly green eyes. I didn’t recognize M at first. They came in and was talking with my mother and step-dad like they were old friends. I was doing something or another. I walked through the kitchen and M was sitting at the table the other three were walking out the back door and that’s when it hit me who M was. I ran up to him and hugged him around the waist. We started talking all while I was sitting in the floor hugging him. That was when I realized how skinny he had gotten. My mother came back inside and I started crying. I don’t know why I was just all the sudden very sad. A few more words were exchanged between the three of us and then I remember nothing else. I know that there was more to the dream but I don’t know what it was. I keep hoping that it will come back to me.
M in real life was a regular customer at the coffee shop I used to work at about a year ago. We started talking and became friends when his brother moved here. I had a small crush on his brother N for a while before he moved away. M got married a little over a year ago. He was an awesome person and I wish we were still friends but it goes the way of life. The longer I sit here and write this the more it sounds like it was unrequited love or something but it never was like that. I hadn’t thought about M or N for that matter in quite sometime now. It was always friendship between the three of us. M would occasionally buy me liquor or the two of them would come in from time to time to eat dinner and would end up staying for a couple of hours talking with me as I closed up the shop. I just wish I knew why after all this time M showed up in one of my dreams.
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