Just had another Jeremy dream... this one was kind of weird. Weird in two ways- much of it was centered around an old tattered blanket- it feels as though there was so little to cling to of his that even the most undesirable objects meant so much to me. Secondly, it was weird because of the mix of people associated with it- Beth, someone I suppose used to be a friend in about second grade, Kyle R., a friend from highschool, and Emily G. from last year were all involved. None of them ever met Jeremy in real life- I'm not sure what they had to do with him now.

Anyhow, Jer was dead and gone in this dream, it was just his memory that meant so much. I had been carrying his blanket around in my backpack, because he had been in my class and given it to me. Days later, when he wasn't coming back to class anymore, I was still clinging to it. But one day I forgot it. Beth admited to throwing it down the stairs while she was cleaning, and making up rumors about Emily and Jeremy dating because Jeremy was so uncool that rumors had to be spread about him and someone. I chased the blanket down the stairs, but some other peopel got to it first- I confronted them, they threw it around until it landed in a garbage can filled with Mt. Dew. I took it out, rung it, and brought it home to wash. Then I woke up.

I'm so cold now. And, although this dream has not made my day feel any better, the stress and saddness from earlier today is sort of numbed now. I'm still really bothered by what happened- but it's all background noise, at least until morning.