I usually like to post these separately, but I have had a few and some of them I don't know what the date was or time frame. One of them I wasn't going to record and keep private, but I notice that I forget them then. Thank you for your visits! They mean EVERYTHING to me! Love you!
First one: We were in a classroom and you were getting dressed (not from being naked though or anything like that). From your clothes it looked like maybe your sophomore year because of a zip-up sweater you put on (same one you were wearing in a picture from John Aulisa's bday party). I took the time to stop and watch you because I realized I missed watching you get ready.
Same dream-you were younger and in front of me and a window. You were stretched over the window to cover the opening or something.
Second one: You were in a garage with other boys your age and you were talking around a boat or car or something. Your back was to me and I was headed to get Carter from somewhere, but before I left I patted your lower back "while I had the chance."
Third one: We were at a huge arena for a concert. There were a lot of people who we knew there. It was kind of an impromptu concert and you were in a group of boys who were going to perform (not sure if it was actual singing/playing or lip synching). While you were running around trying to get your group together, you were right by me in the audience and I wanted to shout out how good you looked, but something stopped me, like it didn't matter or something. You had a t-shirt on and shorts, so it was pretty casual. You guys ran down to perform and I had to tell other people that it was you on stage-I was so excited!
Your group performed some alternative rock song like you liked (I think the word "happy" was in it) and in the dream, I thought I should look up the lyrics to record on this blog. Now I am not even sure if that song exists.
Thank you for visiting me-this was a really hard week of break since we all knew we would have been spending extra time with you. Love and miss you so much!
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