Dreamland

Lately I've been dealing a lot with dreams in school. I had to write one down for my Creative Writing class, and we're talking about consciousness in Psychology. Last night I had a really strange, lucid dream. I'm not sure how I feel about lucid dreams, they're cool being able to control them and all, but once I wake up I always want to go back in. So anyways, here's last nights dream-

I don't remember what happened during the first half, just that it was like an average day. The beginning of what I remember was me walking up a paved hill at dusk, I'm pretty sure it was in Arlington Cemetery in Washington D.C. It was April 25th according to my phone. As I was walking, I saw a lot of teenage/college age kids. some of which I thought I recognized. They seemed to be going the same way I was, so I just continued on. I reached a building at the top and walked up a couple flights of stairs. I had somewhere I was going, but I'm not really sure where. The other kids were going the same way with their bouquets of flowers, so I decided to follow them. When we got to the room at the top of the building, there were a bunch of other people the same age as me. I looked around to see if I knew anybody, and I did. I saw the back of Mark. There was this feeling of anxiety and confusion, so I moved closer. He turned around and I was speechless. There was his infamous smile and long, blonde hair. It couldn't be real, just and illusion, so I reached out to touch him- he was solid. I ran into the biggest hug I could possibly give, and he was laughing. We went into this conference room type thing away from the crowd. After a few more moments of disbelief I started telling him everything that I wanted to say to him since I last saw him. How I wished our friendship could have been repaired faster, and how I regret how I was always too busy to see him and just chill. He said that he felt the same way but there was nothing to do about it now. I don't remember much else that was said, but he said that he was always with me. It was getting pretty late and there was this unspoken feeling that it was time to leave. I leaned into another hug and told him that I loved him. Despite this miracle, I knew it was the last time I'd see him. As I walked out of the room and down the hallways, I looked at him through the glass window for as long as I could. I walked the roads of the cemetery crying until I woke up.

I woke up feeling happy and sad. Such a terrible feeling. I felt like he was there with me the whole time, I know the he will continue to be with me, and I felt some sort of closure after saying everything I regret not telling him to a figure that felt so solid. I still miss and love you, Mark, and I can't wait until the day I really do see you and get to say everything in person.