Happy Birthday Allie

My best friend Allison "Allie" Bucy passed away at the ripe young age of 23. Today would be her 28th birthday. I had a dream about her last night. We had gone to California for some purpose, including seeing her dad. Our first arrival was to some sort of clothing store/library. Her dad picked us up there and we walked a couple doors down in the strip mall to a sports bar to watch a Pats/Giants game, but walked into a library instead where Flynn mysterioulsy morphed into Cole, Allie's brother, and Allie and Cole checked debate tournament updates. Oh and I successfully pilfered a white Chanel bag from the store/library and Allie caught me and just told me not to act so guilty ;) Allie and I were supposed to debate the next day and didn't have so much as an affirmative much less any evidence. Oh yea, and some celebrity (not George Clooney) had become president and that factored into some sort of politics disad. God, after all of these years, I'm still a giant nerd.

It's strange how your subconscious is so tuned into your deep feelings. I suppose they are really one in the same. I thought a couple times over the past week that Friday was Allie's birthday, but it wasn't foremost on my mind when I went to bed last night. I had been reading a book and texting my husband. Anyways, I wanted to write this one down, because I don't always have the sharpest memories of dreams.