Dreams So Real

Ya ever have a dream just so damn realistic? I have them all the time. But by the end of the day most of them have been forgotten. The ones I do remember kinda leave me shook up. Ok, you're either thinking, wow, Mel is very random or this is something deep. Its a little bit of both. I woke up late one afternoon and was in a dead sweat. No, it wasn't because the air conditioner was turned off, or that I was buried under 2 blankets, or the fact that it was 98* outside. It was because I had a dream that my best friend had been shot.

That's right. I have terrible dreams, and usually I let those people know when things like that happen, I honestly don't know why. *pause*
I mean, we all have had a dream somewhere along the line and it actually happens in real life and we're all shook up about it. De je vu anyone? Yea, I would be more scared if this didn't happen to me as much as it really does.
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Anyways, I and The Bestie- Blair- Are out driving around as we usually do on Monday nights. But we were older, in our late 30's. We went out for our ice cream and weekly catch up, and suddenly we get into an accident. The car speeds towards us, through a red light, and smashes into my Jeep. That's right the Jeep has survived that long. It immediately knocks Blair and I around. We get out of the jeep to asses the damage as well as the other driver. Blair is a doctor, and I a police officer. And as soon as Blair steps out of the Jeep he is impaled with several bullets. I reach into my jeep to grab the pistol located under my steering wheel.

I fire several shots into the shooter. I manage to kill the shooter. I run to Blair who had pulled himself under the jeep. I call 911 and am informed that there is a ambulance on its way. He was hit in the thigh, I took off my belt and used it as a tourniquet. It slowed the bleeding. I felt like everywhere I turned there was another bullet hole. There was one through his shoulder. I sat there holding him and putting as much pressure that I could find on the two holes.

I held Blair praying that the ambo shows up quicker. It felt like hours that we sat there. Naturally I crack jokes. It kept Blair with me. I told him it would have been better if he just bent over and took a few to the buttocks. He agreed, and said he probably would be in less pain. I looked at his face and just knew that things weren't going to work out the way I was praying for.

The ambulance showed up and we drove to the hospital. He was immediately rushed into surgery. After a few hours, and several calls to families later, I was greeted by a surgeon. He extended his hand and offered his condolonces. My eyes filled with tears, but I couldn't move. I couldn't breathe. The surgeon sat me down on the chairs and placed his hands on mine. Asked if there was anyone he could talk to or help me out. I told him that family was on their way. I said, "I don't even know how to tell someone that, their beloved friend, brother, father, and husband, was dead. Got any suggestions?"
I flashed forward what appeared to be an hour or so, and I saw myself-from third person- outside puking. Typical MelFlo move. So that made it feel more real to me. I puke about an hour after incidents like that. Remember that accident I rolled up on and the dude had half his face rolled off? Puked exactly an hour later. When I got the bad news about the Ex, about 2 hours later, I was in the bathroom puking. The things I've witnessed at work, have me puking after too. Haha, it happens in situations like that. I remember wiping my mouth and answering a call from my husband.

He said that he and our three kids were on their way to the hospital from the jeep crash. I joked around and asked how seriously my beloved child was injured. My husband informed me that, "The Cuteness, she's not going to make it." And without a beat, "well tonight is really working out in my favor isn't it?!" I sat on the curb and watched as My husband pulled up jumped out and hugged me. And then the water works happened. Tears wouldn't stop! I have never been so embarrassed about not being able to stop crying. Hey, at least I know that my husband isn't always a d bag in my dreams lol.

Anyways, the funeral came around and I was asked to share the life story. And all I knew about Blair, is the times we shared intimate details about our lives. I announced that I didn't know that his favorite color was olive green. I didn't know that he had a secret hobby for gardening. I didn't know that he and I liked the same book "To Kill A Mocking Bird." I did know that his favorite subject was Math because Blair saved my ass several times in Stats. IT hit me that I didn't know my best friend. I gave a few stories about how I ran a stop light and we all nearly died. I shared that the secret to us being best friends for so long was the power of Ice Cream. I told the congregation that we were each other's longest relationship. I told them, that the only reason we were so close was because no one else could stand us. It was the shortest thing I talked about. But I felt so empty.

I woke up feeling empty. I woke up feeling like I got hit by a car. I hate feeling like that. I immediately texted Blair and told him the terrible news and said we were going to play Questions the rest of the night because its f'ed up that I don't even know what his favorite color was. It did make me feel a little better knowing that our strong relationship will prevail haha. It was funny because our ice cream runs made it almost 20 years. And somehow, we managed to end up in our careers, and in the same town. Funny how things work out like that.

But I rolled out of bed and hit the floor and prayed that I only ever stay a dream. And as soon as I stood up, the amount of relief that came upon me was so warming. I mean, I don't know how I could live without The MF Cuteness.... oh yea and Blair. Guess he's gonna have to wear a bulletproof vest when he's with me.