It was about midnight when I got to sleep. I had heard Andy and Ash leave since Ash wasnt really "light on his feet". I chose to ignore them thinking it was none of my buisness what those two did.
I began to dream and uneasy dream. It was about me and Andy from when we were in Belfast. The way we'd hurt each other and how I had taken it to extreems with my later actions.
In my dream however I was standing atop a cliff and Andy was falling down into the icy seathing waters of the pacific ocean. I junped after him and grabed him. I pulled off my chute and placed it on his back, pulling the chord so he whent shpoting upwards. I had saved him. As I hit the bottom of the cliff the alarm clock whent off. Thank heavens it was only a dream. But I ouldnt help thinking I'd had it before. Day-jar-vu kind of thing
