0818 john and jim

I had a dream last night about my brother, John. I dreamt that he was walking around the house, helping out with everyday chores, just like it used to be. I was surprised that he was mobile, yet I still could not walk. I called out to John and he came and stood by the bed, and we had a short conversation. Then I woke up to find my father standing over me, asking if I was okay. He was illuminated only by the small nightlight that is on to help nighttime wanderers navigate through the den to the family bathroom. He said that I was calling out to someone and talking in my sleep, so he came out to see if I was okay. I told him about the dream I had of John. He just smiled and told me to go back to sleep, then shuffled off into the darkness.

When I rolled out of bed in the morning, I asked my father if he remembered our conversation. He said that he did not, yet he smiled in such a way that made me think he remembered part of it. Maybe it was a dream for him, too.

Jim Y came by again to help me with my morning walk. I am blessed by this man and his friendship. Without contact with my friends on the outside, I would surely go crazy in here.