I had a dream last night about my uncle Rick. He was an awesome human being, and I loved him. He killed himself two weeks before my high school graduation.

Anyway, I have these dreams about him sometimes, that he calls or that I have gone to his house in Louisville. It’s so bizarre, that feeling of longing when you wake up from a dream like that and realize that your reality is still a reality.

I really wish that I could have more good dreams, but it seems like most of them are either scary or heartbreaking in some way.