FRIDAY THOUGHTS: A BAD DREAM

I had a lovely day yesterday. 

I even turned in at a reasonable hour last night, however, I woke up this morning flustered and shaking. 

I don't know if I was crying in my dream, or if my cries were aloud. 

I took a deep breath, and felt that trembling/ rattling thing--that telltale sign, "

Yep. You've been crying".

I dreamed I was sitting at a large dining table in the home of a friend. 

Others were there, and we were enjoying a great meal, laughing and talking. 

Suddenly, we heard a key being inserted in the lock, and the door opened. 

My friend poked his head in, and was singing. "Finally!" we all shouted. "Where have you been?"

 He then closed the door, opened it again, and sang again. His voice was low, words slurred, and he didn't sound like himself at all. 

Then he just stood there, with the door wide open.

 He was wearing a beautiful grey wool coat. His shirt, slacks and shoes would have completed a stunning ensemble, except we noticed his shirt tail was out,  and his pants were unzipped. 

He was trying to stuff his shirt tail back into his pants with one hand, but wasn't having much success.

 Someone got up from the table to greet him. 

It was cold outside, and everyone was complaining, "Close the door! There's a draft in here!" 

He was grinning as he stood in the doorway, but saying nothing. His countenance wasn't sinister, just mischievous--goofy even--sort of like the expressions of the TV characters George Sunday and Father Dougal McGuire. 

There was a deliberate clueless-ness on his face, as he stood. He wasn't really looking at, nor toward us, but over us, and off into the distance, yet seeming to know that all eyes were on him. 

His own eyes were wide ,and he just stood there. 

I noticed that he had a large suitcase with him, and he seemed to be weaving a bit. 

I wondered if he had driven himself home, or if someone had dropped him off. I wondered if he had been drinking, because he just stood there swaying from side to side, back to front. 

It seemed as if he'd fall. 

The guy who'd gotten up to greet him must have spent 5 or 10 minutes trying to get him to come inside. Finally, he did come in, and staggered around to my side of the table. 

I got up to greet him, and joked about him appearing to be drunk. 

As I reached out, he fell backward. 

I was suddenly on the floor talking to him, asking him if he could hear me. 

I was crying and asking him what happened. 

I put my face close to his so that I could hear what he was saying. Then I screamed for someone to call an ambulance. 

He whispered, "Listen to me because I don't have a lot of time. I can feel myself going". 

He either said, "Keep singing" or "Sing the song". Then he turned his head to the side and closed his eyes. 

I was shaking him and screaming, "No, no, no! Wake up! Please don't go! Please don't go!" I was looking around for someone to help me, but everyone was standing in a semi-circle; looking down at us with sad looks on their faces. 

I was hugging my friend, and crying uncontrollably, then I woke up.

Now, I'm wondering what it all meant.