Day 60 of Florida

The only reason why I'm posting this so late (even though the post claims I posted this two hours ago) is because I was delaying the goodbye with Mason on Skype. We were having so much fun!!! Can you imagine having such a great time with the ones you love over Skype?? I don't have Skype Premium yet. Wait until I upload that feature. Mason and I will be watching MOVIES and PewDie and Skyping with other amigos!

Sounds like a blast to me.

But today wasn't all about being entertained. I mean, I tried my best to be entertained through technology, however my brain was a tad wacked out over a nightmare.

One... measly... no-good nightmare...

I DESPISE nightmares. I think I have a disease or syndrome because I'll constantly dream up nightmares.

WHERE IS DENNIS QUAID WHEN I NEED HIM?!

Dreamscape reference.

'TIL DEATH DO US PART:

The nightmare was about me leaving Mason... I guess I wasn't happy in the relationship anymore and I wanted someone who was actually by my side 24/7. I had three different relationships. Every one of them was decent, yet I knew something was missing...

None of the boyfriends had what Mason has. I knew I loved him after all.

When my third relationship crashed, I noticed I never spoke to Mason during the months, days, years - however long - while we weren't together any longer. The realization was somewhat a shock. I HAD to go see Mason.

I rushed to some dude and demanded for Mason. He didn't look happy... I felt that there was something wrong once I asked. I don't remember what he said, but what I do know is what happened to Mason.

He killed himself. I don't know the reasons, yet I took a guess; because I wasn't in his life anymore.

I was so traumatized, that I ran to his grave and wept. A storm brewed above me with lightning and thunder. I kept screaming, "Come back to me!" but Mason didn't. He was long gone. 6 feet under. I was useless in bringing him back alive again.

I woke up at 8 AM. It wasn't a gradually wakening, I pretty much shot awake out of anxiety. I needed to speak to Mason. I wanted to make sure he was alright. But before I could text him, I began bawling uncontrollably. I couldn't handle the fact of Mason being dead. I couldn't understand why my brain simulated a tragedy that I fear tremendously. I guess my brain wanted to remind me of how important Mason is to me...

Mason called me after I had told him that he died in my dream. He knows I dreaded for a nightmare like that to occur. We talked it out for a good hour. Then, once I felt better, I went on with my day... in my bed... trying to forget what I dreamt up.

I'm still a little shook up about the experience. I didn't like it one bit. There will never be a day when I'll enjoy a nightmare...