A little bit of a background check before this story...
My best friend's name is Aaron. As of right now he is in boot camp for the National Gaurd. He is being screwed over by the govenment and wants to be home. He was susposed to be home before Memorial Day. Well, Memorial Day has come and gone... Aaron is not here. He called me up the day before and told me to send him some things. Like a phone card. But, the night before, I had this dream.
Aaron came walking up to me from a black background with fog/steam all around him. He was in is polyester wanna-be Dragonball Z shirt, wearing his Chef (South Park) hat, and his trench coat. His hair was still down to his chin and he was smoking a Malboro Red. He came up to me and started talking to me, but I couldn't hear what he was saying.
