Some Dream I'll Get It Right.

I'm in Nashville and can't sleep.  My mind is too alert, my senses startling acute.  I keep thinking of last night.  I dreamed of John, my dear friend that I lost far too soon. I never lucid dream - I never even know I'm dreaming.  But last night I stood staring at my friend, knowing that what I was seeing couldn't be real.  "How are you here?" I asked him.  "You're dead.  I have to be dreaming."  I looked around in my dream, expecting to find some hint that I was deep asleep.  But I couldn't.  There he was.  Memories aren't that detailed.  He stood there, speaking with me in his oversized grey hoodie and blue Red Sox hat. He needed a haircut, like always.   I don't remember our conversation and I hate that.  Like always, I was more consumed with my own confusion than the joy of seeing my old friend.  Even in my dreams my priorities are lost.  I'm sorry.  Some dream I'll get it right.