Hi, everyone. I am VERY tired tonight, I will do what I can.
I had some strange dreams last night. I had a dream about Darin, Vinny’s best friend. Vinny was there, but he was in the background. Darin, in my dream, said he had AIDS, and there was just weird stuff going on all around us, and he wanted me there (Darin only tolerated me when Vin & I were dating, I can’t imagine he’d actually WANT my company now
LOL). And it really upset me that he was sick (although he didn’t look or act it). Not that I’d want him to be sick, but in my dream I took it harder than I think I would in real life. Although I thought that when Mug first died, but within a matter of hours, I was crying over that loss, and that is another subject I’ll come back to in a minute.
Another dream I had last night had both of my “old” Dawn’s in it. There was Dawn from school, and the Dawn who was 1/2 of the couple I was supposed to move to Florida with (NOT Dawn & Justin). It was weird that I dreamt about both of them, and I don’t think there was any animosity in my dream with either of them. I no longer speak to either. The one from school was immature, selfish & very inconsiderate. The Florida one was also selfish & inconsiderate, but she was also very manipulative. She knew how to get people to do what she wanted. So, obviously, it’s a good thing that they both (and their negativity) are out of my life. It’s just so odd that I had all these dreams involving people who have been out of my life for at least a year.
Ok, so going back to Mug for a second (His real name is Keith Doug, if you ever read any of my old posts going way back). His anniversary is coming up & I can feel it. I feel it physically. I know the date is coming & it’s as if I can feel it in my muscle fibres. He was with me on Beltane. He was actually very clingy on Beltane. I could feel his spirit, he was literally not leaving my side. I miss him like hell, I really do. His was one of those deaths that you have no idea how greatly the person impacted your life until it’s too late. In a way, I wish that it was just the accident coming up, not the anniversary. I want to be able to go the funeral home again. I want to see those pictures of him again. I want to be there… I don’t want it to be a year already & I still don’t know what happened to his body, or who has those pictures, or who took his dog, Neo. It hurts. Mug died in a motorcycle accident. He was riding with Darin, and somehow Darin lost him (Darin tends to ride very fast). Darin actually turned around to find Mug, when he came upon the accident. Mug was speeding, trying to catch up to Darin, and a 70 year old man (mind you this is at night, and the man had just gotten off a plane, so he was probably exceptionally tired), in a small SUV was making a left hand turn & Mug smacked into him. Mug hit the car so hard that the passengers in the back had to be cut out of the car. Mug was found a block from his bike. Darin said he just looked “broken.” He was bleeding out of every orifice, one leg got cut off below the knee, and his calf was behind his head. He died in Darin’s arms. It took about 2 weeks for the wake because Mug had no family. The family he did have lived in California & did not speak to him. There was talk after the wake about a viking funeral or cremation, I never found out what happened. Everybody was there, but Vinny, Darin, Matt, Falcon…..All the guys we (and he rode) with hung out outside for a while, came in, looked at the photo-collage, and then went back outside. They didn’t pay any kind of respect(s) to him. It bothered me. Still does. They were his family, he always said that too. They treated him like shit when he was alive & they treated him like shit in his death. The worst part was, (a) he was the nicest one of the group & (b) he was starting to get his like in order. Unlike the others, he was going back to school for business & management classes, and he had just bought his own landscaping company. None of the other guys (to this day) have come close to that. He was starting to get his life in the right direction. He told me he needed to go, and I understand that, I just wish it would have been different, under “better” circumstances…. God, I miss him. I’m thinking about going to the site of the accident on the anniversary. If I can, I will. He’s the one I got that waxwing (bird) tattoo for. Waxwings represent gentleness in spirit & higher knowledge. And I put ON the sword, because he always thought he was below me, and I wanted to show & honor him by putting ABOVE me. Sigh….Sorry for such a long ramble, but I’ve thought about him just about every day for the past year. The anniversary is Monday, June 28 (It may seem rather far off, it feels like tomorrow to me). Please light a candle in his honor. Thanks.
I can’t stop my brain, it’s now racing through all this shit over & over, trying to recall his face, his laughter… I need to get to bed, though. Take care all. Much love & many blessings!