I had a dream last night that I had to tell one my best friends she was dying. I had to sit her down and tell her exactly what her Doctor told me, because she didn’t want to hear it from him. Usually I don’t pay much attention to dreams but this was surreal – I woke up with hardened crust in my eyes, probably from tearing. Most of the time I can’t even remember my dreams, much less do they haunt me like this one will.
Not because I’m worried my dearest friend has anything out of the ordinary to worry about, but because more than likely, it’s foreshadowing for a different hard truth. I have no inkling of what it could be.
I’ve never been terribly good at confrontation anyway (except in a few situations, like driving), and when this truth rears its’ ugly head, I know I’ll at least be more prepared for it.