I had two dreams while sleeping. They both had my friends in them and someone died in both. I decided not to write them down and I forgot most of the first one except one of my friends was a fat priest who was riding on the bumper of a jeep, but the second one keeps haunting me. I don’t remember all the details but I’ll write them down as I remember them.

I was at ████ ███ █████ antique shop and along with ████ ███ █████ were a fat man and a fat woman who I have never seen before but in my dream I knew them.

I was talking to the fat man and I remember him saying, “How long has it been since I last saw you, a year?”

The woman speaks up and says his name but I don’t remember it, “_____, it’s only been a couple weeks. She was here two Thursdays ago, remember?”

“Oh,” he replied, “it feels like it’s been forever.”

I remember talking to ████ and hearing a terrible noise. I turn around and see the fat man collapse. I stand there for a moment while everyone else runs over to him, then I look closer and his face has changed to ████. I run over to him and cry out his name. He doesn’t respond.

The fat woman pulls me away and she leads us to the back of the shop which has no back wall. We walk out and walk along a path between tiny mountains. A short, pale girl with dark hair and a black girl that looks like a girl I went to school with walk with us. The fat woman says, “let’s go get some of that new melon ice cream,” and a picture that looks like an advertisement pops up in my head of a red, icy looking thing in a small container.

We walk along for a while and I say, “ok, but I don’t have any money. I just need to walk.”

As we reach an ice cream shop in the middle of the mountains, someone shouts “HE’S DEAAAAAD!” from the shop. I begin to cry and run back with a small container of the ice cream in my hands.

We’re back in the antique shop. ████ and he’s telling me that the fat man died because he had a hole in his heart that drained all his blood. In my mind I see a human heart with a small, perfectly circular hole punched in the center.

The dream cuts to me, Rayanne and Ricky from My So-Called Life as Angela’s mom drives us to a Halloween event at some fairground. We run around for a while. Every building is covered in huge advertisements for Halloween candy. People are inside buildings, chatting and sitting on picnic tables covered in orange and black table cloths. Bowls of candy are everywhere.

Rayanne is dressed in a cute but too humanoid mouse costume. Ricky isn’t dressed like anything.

We run around a grab as much candy as we can. Angela’s mom tries to keep an eye on us to make sure we don’t eat too much but we ditch her and grab candy bars and bags of “candied” pork rinds and stuff like that. Ricky is obsessed with a specific kind of chocolate bar with some kind of hoity toity name and label. It’s a chocolate cakey thing covered in hard, dark chocolate.

We sit down at a table and calculate a plan to get as much candy as we can. Ricky had a vanilla milkshake and breaks up a cakey bar and stirs it up in the milkshake. I think It looks nasty but he lets me try it and it is amazing.

Angela’s mom finds us and gets angry that we’ve eaten so much candy.

I can’t remember how the rest of the dream went.

notes: after years of not seeing ████, i found out that he had heart issues and nearly died. not saying it's related, but... yeah.