Dream

I had an awesome dream last night. It was great. But it was also sad.

It was a dream that revolved completely around my dead friend Eric.

**NOTE** In my dream, for some reason I believed Eric died March 5th, 1913, when in actuality he died August 14th, 2008.

I was still in the army, but I was a time traveler for the army. I did time travel missions for the army daily. Well the army started giving me daily missions that sent me back to the times I spent with Eric, in fact, I was suppose to work WITH Eric.

It was awesome because my mind had the perfect Eric simulation. The Eric in my dreams last night was definetly the Eric everyone knew.

Well basically I was doing missions with Eric for the army, and the whole time I’m just having a blast hanging out with Eric, because he’s a funny guy he really is.

Eventually I started feeling really sad because I knew about Eric’s death while working with Eric. So even though the army forbid me from telling Eric, I took him to the side at one point and I told him “March 5th, 1913… you’re going to die.” And Eric, being himself, totally blew it off like a Whatever situation. And I started yelling at him and crying and he started to believe me, so I repeated to him “March 5th, 1913” and I made him repeat it to me to make sure he got it.

Satisfied that I had saved my friend from his demise, I went to return to my timeline, and that’s when I woke up.

The dream seemed so real the first thing I did when I woke up was think about Eric and whether he could be alive or not. I honestly thought there could have been a chance. I had even been crying in my sleep.

And then I realized the date. March 5th, 1913? WTF? He died this year, not nearly 100 years ago.

And then I realized the army missions? What was I doing for the army in these time missions? Nothing. I was walking around.

And where was I walking around? I told Eric about his demise in the backyard of a house I grew up in. A place he’s never been. I did several missions with Eric walking around the neighborhood I grew up in. I even did a mission in a Mario 64 level. wtf.

So then the sad fact sank back into my head.

He’s still dead. He’s going to be dead for a long time. For the rest of my life.

I’m just really glad that in my dream, my brain created Eric exactly the way he was.

I’m afraid that in another 10 years, 20 years, 30 years… I wont remember things about him that I know now. I wont remember his voice, his height, his physical build, his eyes, his personality. It’s scary, but at least I know right now I still remember him perfectly. It was a great dream…

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In other news… yesterday was a great day for me in school.

It started with English. I got my Memoir paper back. I got a 100 on it. Along with a “You write well!” and a smiley face. lol. Funny that such kindergarten things still work on me. The smiley face made me smile. =)

I can actually write properly, I just don’t like doing it. It’s too much effort to put quotations with dialogue, along with “he exclaimed” and “she replied” and shit like that. It’s horsecrap.

I like to write my entries the way I write them now. It just flows from my brain down and out my fingertips. Almost like finger *gasp* SPARKS. Hahaha. =) I’m just kidding, Helen. I can’t take that name.

Then in Game Design Fundamentals… I got my Character Design back. I got a 100. Apparently my Blake Williams mercenary I made for my game was awesome. He’s basically a mercenary hell-bent on completing a mission, no matter what it takes.

And then, we were given a pop quiz!

… and I got a 100. =) I totally slammed it.

So to celebrate, I got myself a pizza.

Then I went home. Went to workout and there was a girl in the gym!!!

But she wasn’t working out. lol. She was leeching off the wireless coming from the building.

So it became a bit awkward. I wanted to workout, without having to feel like I’m just trying to show off. But I just gritted my teeth and did what I always did. Justifying that “It’s what I always do”. Because it’s the truth. But I still feel like I gave her the impression that I was just showing off. lol. Oh well.

Somewhere down the road of my life I changed from a social person to a loner.

I’ve become the type of person who finds it noteworthy to mention that a GIRL was in the gym today. It’s not critical to the world or to anyone but it’s definetly something to me.

I just prefer to go-it alone. It’s just easier. Although you readers have seen the side effects of loneliness that sometimes overwhelms me.

~Bruce