"Now Kitty, Lets Consider Who it was That Dreamed It All"

I hate dreams. People are always talking about this dream they had and how exhilarating it was, mine always cause me to wake up crying or have a damn panic attack.

Last night was nothing new.

It was terrible how vivid everything was, and so detailed.

A friend and I were driving somewhere that seemed familiar, but not enough to know exactly where. little things were detailed, like the red car, and what he was wearing. the strongest detail though, was in my emotions.
the road was turning and he looked back in the other direction, like he had seen something...
as I just sat there watching us head straight for this..small building? and behind that building was a sort of ledge, road hangover, cliff?
Hah. it was absolutely terrifying. Because by the time I got my friend's attention, we were seconds away from slamming right into the building and going over the edge.
And in those moments, we knew we were going to die. It was absolutely inevitable, we were already all torn up from impact, and now we were just waiting to slam into the side or bottom of the ledge.
I remember trying to say something to my friend, but because of being so terrified, and just being stunned
I barely got out the words I Love You
                            My friend's last words?
                                           "I'll See You Later."
                                                          with a smirk on his face. [damn kid]

And right after that there was..nothing. just me, awake wondering what happened.
creepy as fuck and even though I was alone all day driving around picking up various items for my new apartment, I was still nervous to drive.
Couldn't get any of it out of my mind.

What kind of words are "I'll See you later"?
I remember feeling comforted at the time though, like it was the perfect thing to say given the circumstances. I remember myself thinking in my dream "this kid really loves you". just by the words he said. he made me come to terms with dying, all because of what he said. aye.
I sat awake for a while wondering, comparing our chosen last words.

I Love You vs. I'll See You Later

and because I'm always analyzing my dreams, I'm still left thinking about it.
His chosen words gave almost a positive feeling, versus mine, who made it known it was ending.
Going to have to let this one go, It's too strange.

I'd like to go back to not dreaming now, I miss not dreaming.

"Alice: You see, Kitty.. He was part of my dream, of course --
but then I was part of his dream, too"