I dreamed of him last night. I was just waking up and saw him on my floor. I was overjoyed to see him and laid down next to him, hugging and cuddling him to assure myself he was real. Normally, I have no sensations when I dream; I understand certain things should be there, but I don't feel them at all. But this, I felt. His fur tickling my fingers as I pet him, his smell when I buried my nose into his neck as I hugged him, his nose when he snuffled my face, his tongue when he licked away my tears. I remember feeling happy for the first time all week.
It only lasted for a bit. He eventually got up and, not wanting to lose him again, I followed. He led me out to the dining room, where the door to the backyard is. He sat patiently at the door, waiting for me to let him out. I didn't want to because I knew as soon as I lost sight of him, he'd really be gone. I protested, but eventually my parents told me that if he needed to go out, I had no right to keep him locked up inside. I agreed and let him out.
At first, he just sniffed around the grass. Then, he started wandering around our yard. He walked around the pool, and I started crying. He went around to the back, where I couldn't see him, and no matter how long I waited for him to come out on the other side, he never did.
I woke up crying and desperate to go back to sleep because I was convinced I'd see him again. I finally did, but instead I dreamed that my mother had burnt herself cooking. The burns were severe, so I called an ambulance. I waited with my mother, but the medics never came. I got called away for some reason, and I assured my mother I'd be right back. I left, handled the issue, and made it back in time to see some strange figure approaching my mother. I forced a confrontation and learned the figure was Death, and he didn't appreciate my interference. He'd called and canceled the ambulance and told me that death comes to all creatures no matter how much I wish otherwise.
Needless to say, I woke up distraught. I wonder how long it will take for someone to notice? Probably a while, as every time I feel the tears come again, I leave for some corner.
I suppose I should take this as a message?