No More I’s Capitalized… Just the You’s.

- 8:30 -

Yes, that time is right. And I think this dream (to me) only makes sense in context, and even then, it doesn’t really make any sense. This past Thanksgiving weekend I spent in Cincinnati hanging out with three good friends who I haven’t seen in months. This dream is, in essence, the culmination of every strong feeling I’ve ever had in my life.

First off, I want to say that I slept 13 hours last night, a feat that I don’t think I have ever accomplished before. I was pretty tired, and I won’t ever go to bed at 8:30 again! Throughout my dream, I would feel so uncomfortable and I would wake myself up to get rid of that feeling, but when I would go back to sleep, the dream would start again where it left off. It had to be the longest single dream I’ve ever had, but, of course, I only remember bits and pieces.

Okay, it started with me panicking because I thought that I was going to miss my showcase because I was late. I hurried over to the high school in Lamar (because somehow that’s where I was, and that’s where the showcase was now). I was late, but they let me go on and perform. The judges said that I was the best, but because I was late, Troy Akers won.

Then, right after that, somehow I realize that the whole concept of “pushing daisies” applied to me. (I could touch dead things and bring them back to life, but if I touched them again, they were dead for good. And, if the dead person stayed alive for more than 60 seconds, another person had to die) I don’t remember who else had to die, but I dug up Clay’s grave and brought him back to life. Yeah… That was probably the most awkward part of my dream. Anyway, Clay didn’t look the same. All throughout the dream he looked slightly different.

All throughout the dream there was some kind of big, important show going on. It was kind of like Christmas at Belmont and the National Square Dance Convention combined.

I remember driving in a truck, with Clay in the backseat, and someone in the passenger seat who didn’t believe that I could make people come alive again. Finally I just said, “Well then how is Clay here? Just look at him, doesn’t he look dead?” Yeah, Clay kinda took offense to this and got pretty pissed.

The next part gets wacky. To apologize, I went with my dad to this “shit field” in Vietnam where Clay had been a soldier. (Well, obviously since Clay was our age, he never fought at Vietnam, but I think that Tim O’Brien’s “The Things They Carried” was messing with me a bit) I found a bunch a debris from a fight, and found this shield and sword thing. On the shield, someone had carved a portrait of the infantry stationed there. I didn’t recognize Clay on there, but there was someone wearing a mask in the portrait, so I figured that must have been Clay.

I took the whole thing back to Clay’s house, wrote an apology on a card, and gave the whole thing to him. It was his infantry, and he was glad to get the little momento.

I don’t remember a whole lot after that, but I guess a lot transpired because the dream ended with a random girl that I don’t know, who was in love with Clay. I was watching her, and writing a song about my experiences within the dream. She was standing in front of some clothes lines, with light-colored sheets waving in the background. There were trees behind, and prairies all around. We were at some small house in the country back home in Lamar. I heard her ask God if she was crazy that she was falling in love a person who was dead, and immediately she said, “yes” and smiled, as if the answer had come to her very concisely. It wasn’t the literal “yes”, though. It was the kind of “yes” that meant that she might be crazy for falling in love with Clay, but what was wrong with being crazy?

Anyway, like I was saying, I was busy writing a song about the whole experience, and that little “yes” seemed to mark the end of the dream, so I started singing the song, and I woke up with the tune in my head. I don’t really remember it now, but I remember some bits of the lyric: “When we’re together, even the dead can rise again.”

Okay…. Now, I don’t normally analyze my dream, but it seems very weird that this dream happened in light of my Thanksgiving trip. For me, it’s saying that when my friends and I get together, Clay is still alive in us. I can’t explain it in any other way than that when we mutually remember him, he can’t be gone.

- 12:15 -

In this dream, I was in some small town in a desert. It was a familiar town, but I don’t think I lived there. It had certain aspects of Lamar, but it was just a different town.

I had powers… Again. Seems I always have some… I guess I’m pretty cheesy that way. Anyway, I was like Peter Petrelli, only I was totally in control. I had been in contact with many people and had many different abilities.

There were two bad guys. One of them, I pretty much schooled. He was trying to kidnap me. Somehow, he had knocked me out and stuffed me in his backseat and was driving down an dirt alley. I woke up and told him that if he didn’t take me back, I would really hurt him. He told me I couldn’t do anything. So, I made another ‘me’ appear in the road ahead of the car, and the man could not avoid ‘me’. He ran right into ‘me’, but I was super strong and did not move an inch, and the car dented in pretty bad. The real me in the car was thrown around a bit, and the driver was bleeding on his forehead. He looked back at me in the seat, and then looked at ‘me’ staring in at him through the broken windshield and he took off running.

Well, there was another bad guy, who was much more mysterious and much more dangerous. I had never seen him, but he was apparently out to get me. The only thing I remember about that ordeal was that on one of the buildings on the edge of town (it was kind of the social hangout, and it was tan-brown, just like the color of the sand around it) the bad guy hung three skulls, and three dead hanging plants, the skulls on the left side of the door and the plants on the right. On the door was a note to me, but I don’t remember what it said. I found out about this from a friend in the town.

And then I ran into none other than Kaity Jaimeson! She had cut her hair pretty short, and lost a lot of weight, and I told her that I hadn’t seen her in so long, and she looked great, and that I was glad to see her. She told me it hadn’t been that long, and that both her and Christy had been back in Lamar during Christmas season last year. I didn’t remember seeing them…

And that’s where the dream stops…. I know, it sucks that it stops there.

But the question is, were the Jaimesons in Lamar last Christmas season? I don’t remember them, but were they? Anyone from Lamar know?