Ten years ago, my friend Joe died. I had just gotten back in touch with him after having lost contact with him for several years, but I never got to see him before he died. He and I weren't close friends in high school, though we were good acquaintances, but in college, he was the one guy I could always count on. Since he was still in Kokomo, he was always home when I was (including when all my friends had returned to school in the fall and I was waiting for NU to start the much-later fall quarter), and we hung out all the time.
When Joe got back in touch, he told me he had cancer - he couldn't make it to any of the high school 10th reunion activities because his doctor didn't want him being around all of the potential germs and bugs. I didn't make it either - I was out of town for a wedding that weekend and barely made it in for an informal picnic with some members of the class. I figured I would just see Joe the next time I was in town. I didn't expect that "next time" to be for his funeral.
Now here we are, ten years later, and Saturday night I dreamed about Joe. The dream was rather strange (including a bit where I was running a long distance race that went through a barn filled with angry cows - I turned around and tried to sneak out before the bull saw me), but at the end of the dream I was hanging out with Joe.
Somehow, I think I realized that I was dreaming, because even though he was right in front of me, I realized that Joe was already dead, and I knew that once I woke up, I wouldn't see him again. It was as though I knew I was going to wake up. I knew I had to say my goodbyes. We said goodbye, and shortly thereafter, I woke up.
I frequently remember my dreams, but this one seemed really vivid. And (I should add) though it's said we dream in black and white, I dream in vivid color. And I can still see it in my mind, a full day later.