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          • August 28, 2011 12:49 am
            I’ve been having constant dreams about my best friend who died several months ago. In my dreams we just hang out and laugh like always. But its funny because my dreams seem to be real life going in reverse. In the dreams I had right after he died, I was always suprised and happy to see him. “Ah dude I dreamed you died! It fucking sucked.” and he’d tell me not to believe everything I hear from idiots. “Did you see my body?” he said. “No it was a closed casket,” I said, and he winked and snapped his fingers. The dreams after that changed to, he was going to die very soon. He’d receive an official letter informing him or a doctor would tell him and that was that. He was going to die soon.  Now lately he is younger and there is no death. He has moved to my old hometown and into my grandmothers house.  In my dreams all the dead people in my life move into Grandma’s house at somepoint. They don’t all live there at once like some Zombie Brady Bunch. No, whenever I visit them, Grandma’s house is just the setting. Its like they are put in some back up hard drive in my brain, like a museum. Its not as weird and sad and creepy as it all might sound. Cuz everyone is alive in my dreams and I still learn and see things anew. So there is new information and experience, but its peculiar… A dead friend says something in a dream and you act upon it in real life.  Jung tells us the only person we meet in our dreams is ourself, but the way he says it could mean that our waking life is only a projection of ourselves also. He means that we truly never experience another person until our self refrential notion of self dissolves.  I don’t know if he ever said that… I’m just making shit up trying to sound smart.   The point is Jesse moved into grandmas house and its funny, because now I feel like he lives inside of me. 

            I’ve been having constant dreams about my best friend who died several months ago. In my dreams we just hang out and laugh like always. But its funny because my dreams seem to be real life going in reverse. In the dreams I had right after he died, I was always suprised and happy to see him. “Ah dude I dreamed you died! It fucking sucked.” and he’d tell me not to believe everything I hear from idiots. “Did you see my body?” he said. “No it was a closed casket,” I said, and he winked and snapped his fingers.

            The dreams after that changed to, he was going to die very soon. He’d receive an official letter informing him or a doctor would tell him and that was that. He was going to die soon. 

            Now lately he is younger and there is no death. He has moved to my old hometown and into my grandmothers house.  In my dreams all the dead people in my life move into Grandma’s house at somepoint. They don’t all live there at once like some Zombie Brady Bunch. No, whenever I visit them, Grandma’s house is just the setting. Its like they are put in some back up hard drive in my brain, like a museum. Its not as weird and sad and creepy as it all might sound. Cuz everyone is alive in my dreams and I still learn and see things anew. So there is new information and experience, but its peculiar… A dead friend says something in a dream and you act upon it in real life.

             Jung tells us the only person we meet in our dreams is ourself, but the way he says it could mean that our waking life is only a projection of ourselves also. He means that we truly never experience another person until our self refrential notion of self dissolves. 

            I don’t know if he ever said that… I’m just making shit up trying to sound smart. 

             The point is Jesse moved into grandmas house and its funny, because now I feel like he lives inside of me. 

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            8. said: Thanks for giving me a new way of thinking about the dreams I have of my best friend who died. I wake up crying because I miss her - a strange feeling - but you are right, in my dreams, she is still very much alive and that should be celebrated!
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            10. said: i always dream about my grandmama’s house too.. this is a neat bit of writing here.. usually when people talk about their dreams, it is nothing but boring
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