So, I was the last person on the list in my house to get the flu, and it finally caught up with me. I slept for a couple of hours last night, then woke up in the middle of the night and couldnt go back to sleep. Finally, I DID manage to catch a few z's...and woke up to my husband's alarm, realizing I had the strangest, scariest dream I've ever had.
Before I dive into that, here's a little background. My father was/is/always will be a terrible person, and when I was still in highschool he caught up with one of his old highschool friends, which I wound up bonding with the way I never could with my asshole father. He had a shop that he practically lived in, because he spent so much time there. He customized cars/trucks and raced them, collected vintage guitars and amps and fixed them up, and had a huge stash of awesome vinyl...[sabbath, maiden, priest, ted nugent, floyd], cool shit like that. He couldn't play guitar very well, he knew one awesome riff that he'd carry through a whole jam...he played it all the time, but that didnt matter, he loved what he did. His name was Keith, and he had a problem...you never saw him eat, just drink and smoke, and when no one was around, he was a coke head. All this eventually lead to cancer, while I was in my senior year of highschool, and in his honor I played "Tears in Heaven" at his funeral, the arrangement with the rhythm and lead played by one person. We always talked about our favorite guitar players and Clapton was one of our favorites, so it was a fitting song. We all managed to hold our composure during the service, but when I played, unfortunately, a lot of us fell apart.
His ex-wife wound up selling most of his belongings, which were left in his will to his daughter, and the only thing I had to remember him by was an original vintage Crate amp.
I later saved up the money and finally bought my dream guitar I had always told Keith I wanted, a '72 Fender Telecaster Deluxe, and I named it after him.
Now to the weird dream. I was in a house, a strange house I'd never seen before...not the finest but still nice. Apparently I was hosting a small get-together, as there were some friends outside, people I didnt recognize. Then a familiar black truck pulls in the driveway, and Keith gets out. This was a truck he had been racing months before he was diagnosed. He looked younger...it was confusing. What was more confusing was how he found me, but he said he found out where I was living from some flyers I had posted on the internet. He told me that he never died, that he faked the whole thing, which didnt make sense to me, but he old me how he did it, just never why. Something pulled me away for what I thought would be a few minutes, wound up being longer, when I came back he said it was time for him to go. There was no strange message he had to give me, or guidance in any way...our friendship was never like that, just chill, just bullshit about things we liked. He got in his truck and left. About that time, the alarm woke me up, I thought the dream was real, and it saddened me that it wasn't. The DREAM seemed real, but Keith, in the dream, seemed SURREAL.
After a while I told my husband about it, and he said normally when that happens, that it's a visitation from that person, from wherever they are...like a check up, and that he might be my guardian. I'm not in the slightest bit religious or anything, but this made me shed one tear, the kind where your face is stone cold, frozen, emotionless, but somehow your eyes seem to stuff it all in one constricting tear.
Sorry if I'm seeming emo to you guys, but this really weirded me out. Please someone tell me they can shed some light on this for me?
Dnothing!
