I dreamt of you again last night. It was bizarre, you were deliriously goofy- feverish- but you didn't hate me. We followed me around like a lost puppy, demanding I talk to you. To tell you what was wrong and why I was so sullen.
Your family was there, as well as a brother you never had. I tried to figure out why they hated me so, but they refused to acknowledge my presence. Why I cared in my dream, but not in real life, I will ever know.
The fact that is was you though... the friend I once had and lost... The feeling of total trust and comfort just being around you... I shouldn't feel that.
Are we still, somehow, connected? Do you still reciprocate these bizarre dreams? You once did, and the infrequency of these dreams makes me wonder why. Why do you still haunt me?
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