on thursday night, i had a pete dream. in it, he was taller than me, which was really strange. it was a good dream, though, but always the same kind of dream where in it, i know he’s gone and i’m confused as to how he got here, but i accept it and enjoy it anyway. the same kind of thing happened last night where, in my dream, my uncle suddenly died and everyone else knew but my family. this dream really bothers me because i hate any dreams that involve death occurring, and i always feel the need to tell someone about the dream so it won’t happen…? maybe that’s just superstition on my behalf, i guess…? anyway. also in my dream, bart came over to my grandma’s house to console us. like my pete dream, i knew bart was gone and i was confused again. he was the healthier bart (before he got sick), and he wrapped me in his arms and said, “hey, girl,” in his big voice. it was the best feeling. i just cried and cried because i did not want to let him go.

why do i keep dreaming about special people who have passed away? man, it’s just weird.