Last night was really nice. I had a lot of work to do, but Matt kept me company and made things easier. Didn’t get much sleep though. I woke up and remembered I dreamt about Amado. He had long, multi-colored hair and was confused when I kept hugging him. It seemed that he was living his life all over again, as if after he died, he started all over again from the beginning. I think he was at the point of being sixteen. It doesn’t make sense, but it was a dream. I told my mom about it later in another dream with a lot more clarity, considering the theory that when we die, we just live our lives again and again (but we just don’t remember). I wouldn’t want that to be true. I’m content with one life. I don’t want to live forever. 

There’s a stairwell at Laurie where I found out Amado was dead. A month before that, I was in that same stairwell, returning Amado’s phone call because I didn’t answer before. He asked if I had The Last Unicorn on VHS. I told him it was in my dorm, and that he was invited to my unicorn party. He said he would buy it on DVD because he really had the urge to watch it. That’s all the conversation was. 

Very little sleep. My eyes did not want to open when I woke up.