February 2002
The Funeral... my dream
I hate this dream.
I've had this dream a few times in the past three weeks.
It scares me...
We are at Kevin's funeral. I'm sitting in the side room with the children. Lisa is dead too.
Her kids are sitting with me and my children.
When they open the casket for viewing I step out from behind the curtain before anyone else goes
up to the casket. I stand there for a long time. No tears... just hanging my head... looking into
the casket at Kevin's dead body.
I stand there a few minutes... then I spit in his face.
It's a loud spit...
Then I wake up.
This dream is in color... it's very real.
~me
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