“You sprinkle stardust on my pillow case, it’s like a moonbeam brushed across my face…”

Dreams are funny, man.

Why does our brain decide to bring back certain people randomly? Sometimes, I expect to dream about a particular person. Other times, it’s a total surprise.

The funny thing to me is, the person that visited me in my dream last night (who is someone still with us on this Earth, mind you), I haven’t seen since they were six years old. They’re almost 16 now.

In my dreams, it was the six-year old version of them. Hanging out with me.

This six year old was my best friend in the entire world. I miss them with everything I am.

Counting down the days…