I sat on Ryan's bed, staring as he pulled up chair in front of me and sat. "Alright. This may seem stupid, but stay with me, alright?" He explained. I nodded. "Okay so, it's about dreams." He stared at me as he said so.
"Alright, I woke up in this white...whatever it was. I just woke up in white. So, I just sat there for a while, you know, wondering what the hell I was seeing if I was seeing anything at all. I look to my right, okay, and I see...you. You were just lying there, motionless. I called out to you but there wasn't a response. I tried to walk over to you but I couldn't. Something was weighing me down. After sometime, you finally sat up. You looked around, probably wondering the same thoughts I were. Then, I could finally stand. I ran over to you, and you heard me. You started looking around when you heard my footsteps. Then, you jolted your head to the right and started running. I don't know if I scared you, or whatever, but I ran after you. All of a sudden you crashed into this, uh, red tainted glass. I don't know how you couldn't see it, really, but you ran into it. Then, I saw what you were running after. There was this blue figure, playing Daniel's guitar. It didn't look like Dan, though. It was just blue..it was just a color. It got up from where it was sitting, walked over to you, and snapped. Then you disintegrated. He, or she, looked at me, brought its head down, and just walked away. And that was the end of it."
I sat in complete shock. "How...the hell could this happen?" I asked myself. "Could what happen?" He asked me, concerned.
I was too stunned to say anything else. I told Ryan about my side of the story and he reacted the same.
"Do you think it's.. Do you think it's going to happen again?" He asked. I thought about his question. "Well I mean.... It seems like a one chance deal but it's a possibility. But it's probably not." I said. He nodded. "I hope it doesn't." He commented. "Me too."
We sat in silence for a minute. "Is it symbolizing something? That's going to happen to us?" I suggested. "I wouldn't worry too much about it." He assured. I looked at him. "I can't help but worry about it though." I kicked my legs back and forth. "I worry about everything, you know that."
There was another silence. "Should we tell Matt and Mark? Get their opinion on it?" Ryan questioned. "I think we should keep this between us." I said.