Dreams

The other day, I took a nap while skipping boxing. In this dream, I was in a library and I ran into my friend Bubba. Bubba has been dead for almost 4 years now. In my dream, he told me he's been living in Austin for the past three years and does bike repair. In my dream, I had to explain to someone with me, who was wondering why I was freaking out, that he was my friend that I thought had died 4 years ago. When my alarm went off, I shot out of bed and felt really, really weird and unsettled. The only other dream I have ever had about Bubba was a couple of months after he died. Bibi said it is his way of visiting me. Eva says it is my subconscious telling me that he's always been with me. I don't interpret dreams, but I feel like it was just a reminder that I need to live my life for myself and my own happiness, because it's the only one I have. I feel like it was also something to give me a little extra strength at this crazy time in my life.