The other day I had a dream, and shared it with Ned's sister, Wendy--she thought I should post it on here.
Ned and I were dressed in very casual attire, and sitting in the flight deck of a larger aircraft, (maybe a B757, or something). By casual, I mean shorts, sandals, and Hawaiian shirts. Ned was in the left seat, of course, and I had my feet propped up on the instrument panel from the right. We were eating chips and salsa, and sipping frozen margaritas, (this made me more aware that it was just a dream). We were chatting it up about old friends, when Ned reached to the left side of his seat, and withdrew a football--the same beat-to-shit old Wilson football we would throw around in the park across from his house.
He turned to me with that little mischievous look, (we all know the one), and hinted, "Dude, go long." I stood from my seat, opened the cockpit door, and strolled to the back of the completely empty aircraft. Still holding the margarita in his left hand, he tossed the ball aft, where I was waiting to receive, (also with drink in hand). We threw the ball back and forth maybe 30 times, just laughing, and that was when I had to tell myself to stay asleep. It was a dream, I knew it was, and I just wanted to stay there as long as I could.
I've had a ton of recurring nightmares since Ned left us almost 3 months ago, but this is a vision that I could revisit a million times, and wake up happy from forever.
I love you Bago. Life seems so empty now, and I miss you very much my Brother.
Cheers Buddy,
Logan
P.S. There was another dream I recently had, while staying overnight at Ned's parent's house. It was odd, to say the least--Jasmine and her Bro, (Wendy's kids), were poised at the breakfast table, stuffing envelopes with spaghetti. I asked if it would be OK to join them, and they had me pull up a chair. Not sure what this means, but if any of you have insight into this, or understand the dynamics of dreams, please feel free to enlighten. Maybe I was just hungry.
