Last night I dreamt Barry died. He was murdered. My mom forbade me to go to his funeral or take Megan there. That really pissed me off and we got in a fight. But the wierd thing was at some point Barry was back, but not really. I could see him but no one else could and all I did was cry, cry, cry.

I hate having dreams of people dying.
The only other time I have had a dream about someone dying was the three times I dreamed about my grandma's death. ::shudder:: ugh.

I am off to school.