u s e y o u r h a n d s

I had this dream that an old friend, who recently did something extremely unkind to me, died. Somebody called me and said that he died, but not how. In the dream, my friend was moderately famous or something and lots of people seemed to know who he was.

Anyway, so this person tells me my old friend died and I realize that he must have committed suicide. Which, it turns out, he did. In the dream. Not in real life. At least, not that I know of. I hope not.

But it got me thinking: why now? I haven’t talked to my former friend in months and don’t really think of him even kind of often. It’s odd how the mind works, conjuring up the most random image or conversation. And it’s incredible how when I wake up after a sad dream and feel so down all day.