The Freezer

About two weeks ago, maybe a month, I cannot remember, I had an altogether horrifying and eye-opening dream. Like almost every dream, I do not remember when or where it started or how exactly it ended, but I remember what happened in-between. Jeff Raig, who I consider to be one of my closest friends, was at my house for some reason, probably just to hang out, and he did not know why but he was very cold. He shivered profusely and clasped his arms, trying to warm his body. He slowly began to turn blue, at which point both him and I basically knew he was going to die. At least I did. Jeff was under the delusion that if I froze him by putting him in my freezer, that he would somehow be able to live one more day when I decided to thaw him. He asked me to do this for him and wait for a “great day” to thaw him out for a final day of fun. I knew that this was not a possibility, and that he would surely just die, but I couldn’t say no to a dying best friend. Teary-eyed and distraught, I folded him up and placed him in my small over-refrigerator freezer. And then I woke up. In retrospect, I’m not quite sure I know what the dream means to me. Maybe it shows how powerful my opinion of Jeffery is, that I would put aside logic and allow him to think of a brighter future when things are looking dark. I try to live a positive life, but my logic often gets in the way, and only in a dream would I ever be able to place my friend into a freezer with no hope of returning. My subconscious acts on emotion while my conscious mind acts on logical thought, a distinction clearly created by my dream world.