Jan 24th

Date: 1/27/2018

I don't quite remember the plot of this dream. I remember we were moving from my house in a setting of 5 years ago, and were taking a train. The most memorable part was a boy in this dream. He had shaggy white hair and bangs. His eyes were leaf green. He was lying in the fetal position on a bed with messy white sheets in a perfect white room. This boy, Akachi, was clutching a new-looking sketchbook to his chest as if his life depended on it. Akachi had friends, or so he thought. They were bigger guys--jocks, iirc. He followed them at school like a lost puppy, and they weren't purposefully mean to him. However, whenever he tried to speak, they'd cut him off without realizing he didn't finish what he was saying. They also tended to be a bit physical, jostling Akachi and each other around. I'm not sure how I knew this (perhaps from experience) but Akachi had severe depression, as well as autism: his sketchbook was his special interest. He was orphaned as well. I feel like something awful would've happened if he had to be alone much longer. I know you're a real person, Akachi. I'm praying you got the help you needed and that your condition has improved. You are far too valuable to lose.