I dreamt that Carson died. The next morning I walked to where I have cell phone signal in order to send the text that I’d written that morning. Something along the lines of: How are you? Are you alive? As I sent it, I got a message from my sister: How are you? Let me know that you’re alive. I dreamt you died.

If we’re going to have nightmares, it’s cool to nightmare together. 

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