Laststop
Experienced
- Jul 9, 2019
- 243
Last night I had a bad dream. Living in a city with a lot of homeless around, one of my fears has always been that I could someday end up that way. Now, living off of the little saving I have, with no job, and no energy to keep trying, the money will run out in time. Last night I had a dream I was out with the homeless people. I had a bed-roll, and we were camped near the side of a real pizza place near me. Funny, because there isn't a spot of wooded area next to it where we were in my dream. But you know how dreams are? Anyway, I went to pack up and move along, and tried to roll up my bed-roll. I was fumbling with the string around it, when all of a sudden the son of my friend, who had just killed himself a short while back (in real life), helped me get the bed-roll tied up. It's odd, because I've never had him in a dream before. He's one of a few people I've known to kill himself. By hanging himself in his room. His mother found him...terrible :( His father, uncle, him, and myself would car pool, all of us working at the same place. He and I would sit together in the back. Nice kid. Really respectful and soft hearted. Unuseual in this day and age. I wonder what my mind was trying to tell me?