I had the weirdest dream last night.  I have no idea where it came from.

I was at school for a concert, but it wasn’t a regular concert.  I was talking to this blond girl (she was this girl Meg that I had worked with last summer) who was opening the curtain for the stage.  She was telling me how she was 3 months pregnant and that it was a secret, so don’t tell anyone.  Then, the lights in the auditorium were flickering on and off, so someone came over the announcements and said that the concert was cancelled.  Everyone who was in the concert, including me, began to filter into the main part of the school, where we all apparently lived.  I was walking by the doors near the cafeteria when I saw my mom, so I went over to see her.  This woman Shannon who goes to my church appeared in front of me and said that we all had to go back to our rooms, no talking to anyone in the halls, so I told her that I had to talk to my mom, and she let me go.  When I went out to the hall where all the parents were my mom and my boyfriend were standing, waiting for me.  I was talking to them when I noticed this man who looked like my Papa standing nearby.  I turned to get a better look at him, but it wasn’t him; it was somebody else.  I started to cry because I knew my Papa was dead and that he would never come to any of my concerts anymore, but also because I had thought it was him and it wasn’t.  My boyfriend tried to comfort me, but I was really upset over how much I had thought it was him and what a let down it was.

I woke up then and realized that I was actually crying in real life.

This whole thing sucks because something similar to that (mostly the end of it) could actually happen.  Especially because my Papa went to all of my concerts, and now he obviously can’t, so the next one I have is going to suck.