I had a dream about you last night.

It was a bad one, the kind that leaves me shaken when I wake up.

(If I’m being honest every dream of you is that kind of dream, even the best ones)

In the dream I was like a ghost.

Not that I was dead: I was just like Patrick fucking Swayze in the movie.

I could see what you were doing, but I couldn’t communicate, couldn’t interact.

(Not much different from the way things are right now)

In the dream you were getting ready to go offshore.

I didn’t know what that meant, whether you were leaving the country or moving to an island

(Sorry it hurt to write that let alone think it)

or what.

I just knew that when you went where you were going I couldn’t follow, even as Patrick fucking Swayze.

Dread. Panic. Despair.

I had a dream that you were going offshore, and I am lost at sea.