It was one of those dreams where you wake up feeling like your head is trying to tell you something you don't want to know.

It started out in the grassy backyard of the elementary school I went to. There, in the middle of the grass, was what appeared to be a stage. It was about one foot high, and about 50'x50' square. All over the stage were huge jewels, sapphires, rubies, emeralds…all sitting on a bed of gold. Lying amidst the jewels were all sorts of things that reminded me of him, cd's, computers, a picture he painted. It was so brightly colored, absolutely beautiful. The way only thing in a dream can be. Near the back of the stage was a small wooden boat. Just about big enough for two people. We were standing in the boat, hand in hand.

Suddenly there was a camera panning out effect, and what had previously appeared to be a stage in the middle of the field was a now floating, and about the size of a chess board. The boat was nothing more than a small platform, and we were small plastic cutouts, little boxy representations of people, though ornately painted in our likenesses. Where our eyes should have been were small glass lenses. The view I had, in the dream, was that of the person holding the chess board, but the "me" in the dream was a small white figure, the same size as the small plastic cut outs, translucent white, standing behind the "me" cutout. I realized that by standing behind the "me" cutout, and looking through the lens where the eyes should have been, that the beautiful jewels, gold, and other things were a representation of him, and all he was to me. I also realized that if I looked through the "him" cut out, I would be able to see a representation of myself, and what I was to him. I was overjoyed at the idea, and decided to see what that view would look like, on the "borrowed time" I had, while I was still loved.

I stepped over to look through the lens eyes of the other figure. As soon as I did, the previous color view turned to completely black and white, and the landscape changed from beautiful jewels to small, scattered piles of grey and white smoking rubble. I was devastated.

I woke up. You really can't imagine the ability something like that has to really wreck your day.


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