A Dream

Last night I had a dream.
One of those weird sorts.

I was standing next to a table, with a girl sitting on the other side. At first I wondered who she was. Then I knew, she was Jessie. And I knew, she was not Jessie. The confusion I felt at this point was almost indescribable, and yet it felt normal at the time.

I was interrogating her, and at the same time we were chatting like old friends.

"Where were you last week?"

"I don't know. Driving, I guess."

I jotted down notes, and while I did we laughed about some of the latest gossip. Finally, I turned back to her and casually said, "Hey. You remember Kirsten? She died last week, in a car accident."

And suddenly things were different. She stared at me intensely, and then faded away. And I realized which short, skinny brunette it was I had been talking to. I'd always felt that she looked exactly like Jessie, but I hadn't seen her in so long... no wonder I didn't realize...

I can't remember the rest.

This was one of the saddest dreams I've ever had.
Rest in peace, Kirsten. You're living on in the hearts of your friends.