I had the worst dream last night.
Two brothers, my best friends died and they were on their way to the other side I suppose, only the place was like an airport and you had to wait in line and go through a wall. There were announcements and shops and coffee shops just like a regular airport. We sat on the counter at the cafe, and one of them said "I love you, my friend."
And then I was in the line, in between them, holding their hands and not wanting to let go. I kept saying "I'm not going to be able to see you guys again" over and over again. I was crying and crying and just weeping. It was horrible.
It was horrible.
I'm sort of traumatized now.
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