Regrets

The night before last I dreamed I was at the old, old log cabin in Cosby, TN which I rarely dream about.  A family from our old Baptist church was there, and their son -- my old friend Andy -- was there.  He hadn't grown at all (in age/height).

In real life, Andy and I were great friends until a new girl came along.  He started teasing her (looking back, he was probably flirting but of course I didn't know that) and she told him to stop and he wouldn't, so I punched him in the shoulder and made him cry.  We weren't friends after that and while the new girl and I became friends, we drifted apart and she was never as good a friend as Andy.

That's probably one of the biggest regrets I have, ending my friendship with Andy.

So in my dream, I saw Andy and I said, "I miss you."

And I hugged him, held him tight and said, "I really freaking miss you."

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Last night I dreamed that I was protecting a small boy from a girl playing harp in an apartment with wooden floors.  She had long black hair and she wasn't human.  (I'm not quite sure what she was -- a ghost, a demon?)

I managed to get him out of the apartment while she was playing but apparently was too late to save him because he was shocked that I'd "saved" him when he'd already become a monster.