Goodbye Mike

I had a dream about Mike on Sunday morning. I saw him at the train station and thought, "You're not dead!" and felt this sense of relief, like everything was gonna be okay. We chatted for a bit, catching up on life. Friendliest guy ever, asking me questions, laughing. Then he asked, "How are you getting home?" and after I answered, he offered to give me a lift back home on his motorcycle.

Somehow it ended up with the both of us in my dad's car. My dad was driving on my left, I was in the middle and Mike was on my right. I was talking to my mom on the phone to let her know we were on our way home, and when I hung up I turned to Mike to apologize for being on the phone (I don't like to tinker with my cellphone when I'm around other people). But he was knocked out sleeping and didn't react at all to me saying his name so I just let him sleep.

Then I woke up and realized, he really is gone. And then I wondered, was this Mike's way of saying goodbye to me?

I'd like to think that. Even though we had our own friends and our own different lives, him coming to me in a dream to say goodbye is so bittersweet, sort of like acknowledging our friendship from 15 years ago.

I didn't write this down right away so I lost some of the details. There are already parts of the dream I don't remember but those were the most clear details.

Whether or not the dream was just a dream, it's still kinda comforting. And if it was a message, thank you.