I was looking for an old friend of mine. We were good friends until I came out of the closet. I was searching everywhere for him. I went to places that I knew that he liked. My nightmare came to a sudden halt when I was shot at point blank range. I woke up shortly after this happened. (not all details are here. But you get the idea)
I am the type that remembers my dreams. Scary or not. I know I am weird. The dream puzzled me. I was looking for my friend is what stood out mostly about my dream.
As I was driving home from working on the roof, I drove past the place that my friend used to live. I had no clue if he still lived there. As I drove past his house, I saw two guys on his porch.
I thought to myself, well it would not hurt for me to stop by and see if he still lived there. I walked up to his house, worried that he would reject me and tell me to leave. I knock on his door, no answer. I knocked again, just a bit louder this time. The door opens and there stood two young men, I asked if Jerry was home. Both of the guys said almost at the same time "who wants to know?" As I started to say I am Allen, his wife came to the door and said oh my what are you doing here? She did not say it in a threatening way, more of a happy to see you kind of way. She told her boys, that is papa Macks son. Their oldest girl used to call me Uncle Al. As I stood there in disbelief that the two young men where her kids. The youngest is now 14 years old. Which means I have not spoken to them in over 13 years. I cannot believe that I waited this long to visit them.
We talked for over 3 hours. As I started to leave I asked Jerry to walk me out. When we were alone, I apologized to him for any wrong doing to him. I said I know I did something that caused us not to speak. He simply said "you know I have always thought of us as brothers, and you know I still love you as one." It was the best thing I have heard in a very long time. I am hoping that we can rebuild our relationship that we once had. I really do miss it.