Writing about dreams seems weird. Especially when you are awake and cannot remember the dream much…
In the past week or so I have had three very vivid dreams about Clint. He has been gone for about a year and a half. I cannot remember much about the dreams but in the dreams he is very present, we are having conversations and living life. I do recall in one of the dreams we were at a baseball game. Which I can only imagine was Cleveland [Indians now Guardians] vs Boston Red Sox, because that would make sense for us. The Guardians have clinched their division, which is good. Since my Red Sox are choosing to piss this season down their leg… I’m cheering for Clint’s team, and for damn sure not the Yankees.
All the times I woke up from these dreams I felt very happy to have dreamt about him. I miss him a lot. I think it’s because it’s nearing the end of baseball season and we talked about baseball a lot. Or more so he flipped me shit a lot about my Red Sox. I feel sad though, too. I wish for one more drink with him at the bar. One more hug.
everyday jess 