I dreamed several dreams about my deceased friend, that I wrote about yesterday in my node
In Remembrance of Oscar.
In one of these dreams I was talking to him at his
funeral about his very own
death.
In another one I was talking to his mother who I've not seen in a long time either, about his death, oddly no one seemed to know how he died in my dreams.
In the final one I was with him, on patrol the day he died, I don't even know exactly how he died yet, but I was there in my dream.
I was woken up by my
girlfriend who said I was yelling, sweating, and kicking. I woke up took a bath and came to work. This is gonna end up driving me
crazy.