Monday, October 17, 2011
I saw his face.
I saw his face in my dreams last night. I was laying in bed, looking up at the ceiling and I just saw him. It felt so real that I had to think about whether or not it was a dream when I woke up. I'm not sure how to describe it. It was as though he was transparent and kind of fading in and out. All I could see was his face. And I don't think we communicated; we just looked at each other. He seemed peaceful.