I had a vivid dream last night about a friend of mine who passed away in 2002 named Ben. Ben was one of the most amazing and talented people I have ever had the privilege of knowing in my life. I miss him to this day.
The dream seemed normal as we talked about music and life. His infectious laugh happened a lot during our chat and he told me he had to go, but before he did, he wanted me to pick some things out from his barn.
I am not sure what the symbolism was with him saying he had to go. Perhaps my subconsciousness was just preparing for the dream to end.
We went into this giant ass warehouse of a barn where things of his life were neatly stacked on shelves that easily reached 50ft in height. I saw his guitars, amps, his beat up stereo, and other things from his life. He took me over to his Sega system and told me to take it.
We turned around and there were tons of records. He urged me to look through them. As I flipped through albums making random comments about his choice in music, he told me to take some. I remember telling him I would never take something away from him like this. He insisted. I smiled at him and he faded away and I woke up.
Do I know what the dream meant? No, but I am glad I got to see Ben again. I wish I could told him about all of the things that I have gone through since he left this world, but clearly we were just having a quick chat.
Dreams freak me out sometimes, even when they are the good ones.