You're not going to die, you know
My "regular" dream was interrupted last night by a visit from a friend. After this visit I woke up and got to remember everything we said.
I was packing a box of The Liz Army shirts for shipment. I wrote a check to pay the receiver for selling them. I thought, Who's going to pay for the shipping?
"I will handle that," Logan said.
I had every emotion in me. I could finally talk to my friend—the only person I know who could understand how I feel…what I'm going through.
He asked the same questions. He wondered the same things.
All I could say was, "I love you," and he brought me into his hug.
"I love you, too," he said. I started to cry... perhaps with relief. "You're not going to die, you know."
Always quick to be positive I said, "Oh, I know! But... still... if in death I can see my old friend then I'm not scared."