Blake, again.

Last night I dreamed of Blake again.

I was walking down a dirt road through vibrant green foothills on a bright, sunny day. Something caught my attention over a nearby hill and I hung a left at a fork in the road. As I approached the hilltop, the trees broke and there was a small crowd gathered in a broad meadow. Everyone looked up to the sky, where a number of jets were swirling through the sky. I wondered when I was going to buy my X-Box 360.

My friend Blake emerged from the crowd. He walked over and asked if I'd like to go grab a cup of coffee with him. I said I did, and we left the meadow and soon found ourselves in an underground parking garage. As we walked to the coffeeshop, he was messing with his cell phone and complained how he needed a new one. In my mind, I saw into the future and knew he would soon buy a new smart phone. I decided not to tell him about it, because I also knew that he would die soon, and I didn't want him to know that.

I was sad he was going to die, but grateful we had this chance to get coffee together before it happened.