Then I'm in my parents' kitchen. It seems like a few hours had passed, although it feels like Devin's funeral is taking place or something. I'm with a few people talking and we're all in somber moods. I look out the kitchen window and see the garage. I look at where Devin was and there was nothing there except a bunch of hats. I think to myself that I really need to go outside and try to find out what hat Devin wore, because I want to keep it for myself. As a memory of him.
I also had a small dream in which I was at Wal-Mart and I passed this heavy, bulky thing with a balloon tied to it and I accidentally bumped into the thing. Instead of the thing falling over, it started floating up. I quickly grabbed it and tried to find ways to keep it from floating without getting anyone's attention.
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