I had a dream last night that I needed to talk to Wyatt, so I started writing in tiny little writing with a silver pen on an electrical cord, "Wyatt, come here, I need to talk to you" over and over again. Later in the dream he was there, and just like normal, like I would have dreamt about him months ago when he was alive. Now I can't remember what he said or did, he walked up to me and said something but I forgot. It was nice because in the dream we were all just normal again.

Last night I had a dream about him, too, and other than, like you said, it being "normal", I can't recall what was said or done. I hadn't been dreaming about him for a little bit...maybe he's out making the rounds? It was comforting to dream of him that way, though...

The week after Wyatt died, I had two dreams about him. I don't think I've EVER dreamed about Wyatt in my life, so it was comforting... The first dream, was very vivid and I asked him if it hurt...and he was trying to explain to me how the accident happened. I don't remember the specifics exactly...except for him telling me, :"no, it didn't hurt..." and then he told me he loved me and I told him I loved him...

I had another dream the night before last. I was in Zambia at the hotel with Wyatt. I had travelled back in time. Wyatt couldn't believe I was there, he wanted to know how and why I had come. I said, "Just stay with me, if you don't, you'll die tonight. You fell out a window. But if I can just keep you safe tonight, you'll be OK." He did stay with me. You know my mom has been asking for photos of the hotel. So we walked around taking pictures outside and hanging out in a room. I wouldn't let him leave the room without me. He stayed all night and was OK! But I woke up then though and knew it wasn't true.

I can't recall exactly when, but months before it happened I had a dream that I was sitting in an unfamiliar car with 3 strangers. I was looking through the window as my nicely dressed friends filed past me. I remember being confused in the dream, wondering why so many of my friends were together, who the people were that I was with, and why it didn't seem like a happy occasion. I forgot all about the dream until the funeral. I was sitting in Nancy's car with Tim and Jessie (who I had just met) waiting to join the line on its way to the cemetary when the deja vu hit me. It was an unexplainable feeling, and right away I told the "strangers" about it.
On Nov. 15 I had a dream that all of my teeth were falling out. In an interpretation book it means that the dreamer is losing his grip on reality or that life's circumstances are getting difficult. I had the same dream the night of the 16th as well.
Whether or not any of the dreams are significant, to me they mean that it was part of a plan. The dreams were far too unbelievable and predetermining to be considered coincidence.

I had a dream that an undefined dream friend and I walked into a hotel, and two other people jumped us in the lobby. I jumped in to help him out, and we all fought until we were exhausted. Afterwards, the four of us had to share a room because they didn't have 2 doubles available. We made peace and went to bed. I woke up the next day and somehow it was just me and Wyatt that stayed in the room. He ordered room service and it was just a huge cart of every kind of candy I could dream up. So we just sat there and talked and devoured it all. I can't remember everything we talked about, but I remember Wyatt commenting, recommending, and giving me a detailed history/orgin of each piece we ate.

I had a dream last night about picking oranges with Wyatt. I am fighting a cold/cough right now, so my body is really craving the vitamin C, apparently. He was picking oranges for me off of a tree and telling me that the best ones were always the ones farthest out of reach and the hardest to get to, but they'd be worth it in the end.

I dreamed of Wyatt last night...in the early a.m. as I went to bed at 4am. It is frustratingly fuzzy but I know he was with me and we were having a discussion about something tangential. There have been so many things lately that I've needed to discuss with Wyatt..and only Wyatt.. as he 'gets it' like no one else. I guess my unconscious mind is trying to satisfy it's need...

I got a very thoughtful email from Brett's mom today. This is an exerpt from her message:



Brett did tell me that the first week after arriving at their huts, all four or five of the young people who are in the northern providence had dreams with Wyatt in them. He said they got together after the first 1 1/2 weeks and each of them talked about their dreams 'with Wyatt' and they were each identical. Wyatt told each of them that he was just there hanging out with them and looking after them. I do believe that his spirit is with so many people 'all over the world'.

I hope you don't mind that I shared this, Sharon. Thank you for it.

i had a silly dream about Wyatt -- nothing of any particular meaning---we were weight lifting and trying to out lift eachother while working out on our legs--we got to 444lbs before we stopped..Wyatt was also wearing a cape, and biker shorts, both were a ravishing bright red color.

I dreamt of Wyatt the other night. Dreams are weird, so it doesn't really make sense. I was just happy to see him again. In the first part of the dream we were at a relatives house, I am going to say my grandparent's old house in the country, but it wasn't the same set-up. It was Christmas and all the aunts, uncles and cousins were there and we played games all day long. Wyatt and I fell asleep on the couch, it seems we were young at the time. Then my dream changed and it was outside at their farm, some type of weird track meet was going on. I remember spotting Wyatt, and running to him and telling him he had to come with me. (This next part is because everyone tells me he is with me still. I sometimes don't want to move from my current apt. because I don't want him to not be able to find me). The scenary changed to a place that Wyatt had never been before, but I had since he left, I don't remember where it was anymore. In my dream I knew he was dead, but he didn't. I tried to tell him what happened, and he wouldn't believe me. I asked if he recognized the place we were (to see if he really was with me all the time), and he said no. I asked him where he was now, living and staying, and he said he was in Philadelphia. (Donald, I guess he's hanging with you now)

Another strange dream...as most of my dreams are. This one had all the Ammons it it, though, for the first time. I'll make you dizzy trying to get all the deatils in, so I won't try. Essentially, I went to a high school reunion that took place at an outdoor pool, though everyone was dressed up and IN the pool playing volleyball. Greg and Allie left for some reason, but Jeannie, Kyla and Ginger were in the stands, watching. Wyatt was in the pool with me, swimming in a speedo, and then later was in a suit and tie. His tie was beautiful - gold with diagonal stripes, but it was too small for him. At one point he and I were watching the chaos of my high school friends below and he recounted something that he and Kyla made up as kids to tease Ginger. It was some weird "1, 2...3!" thing, and on getting to number three he punched me hard in the arm and laughed. We went and got candy from some machines later - me m&m's, Wyatt some weird one I had never heard of.

The strange part was that he was in and out of the dream because he kept walking away...and in the dream he had already died. A few times he was so sad, and I couldn't convince him otherwise. There was an announcement for the Ammons to come and accept an award, and also one that said he had died. It ended with all of us (Ammons, me) walking Wyatt to a school bus to say goodbye. Kyla and Ginger had on matching sweaters in different colors and we were all crying. Wyatt got on the bus and off again to say goodbye to all of us. It was on this big hill in the middle of the day, in the summer. I think the bus was full of Dells and Hamline guy friends of Wyatts.

The overall feeling of the dream was a troubling one, but the majority of the interactions I had with Wyatt were comforting and as they used to be with he and I when we hung out. It was the longest and most vivid dream I have had about him since he died.

i have this reoccuring "fat dream". i don't know how to explain it, except that i've always had this dream where people i know; family, friends, teachers, are all hanging out and in really big "fat suits" like the ones they used in the movies "shallow hal" or "just friends" or the sumo outfits. i had one last week in granada and wyatt was in it. i think it was one of the first times he's been in it for a while. it was same old wyatt, except fat. it really is a fun, if not strange, dream. i don't know if it's a sign of some sort of eating problem or something, but i enjoy the dream. in this one, wyatt, ali, my old roommate dave, this one kid from st. thomas, and donald(from d.c. only it didn't really look like donald despite the fat thing, but it's a dream) were all hanging out at dave and my old house apartment. it was pretty fun. we were watching "family guy" and all smoking pipes. hard to explain anything else in it. or what all happened. i can't remember everything. but it was very cool. anyway, thought i'd add it to the list of dreams people are having. if nothing else it's kind of fun for me to think of wyatt as fat. he was always in such good shape, even after a semester in amsterdam. alright, peace

Last night I dreamed that me and Wyatt were moving into the downstairs of an old house. We were going to be roommates. We parked our cars out front, he had a dark blue Chevy pickup and I had my same car. I painted the whole downstairs of the house this reddish-orange color, but Wyatt came in and didn't like it. "Max and Don won't like this, " he said. "Donald has neutral-colored paint at his house, I want the same color. I'm not sure how to do it though, so I might have to keep repainting and experiment." I was like, "Are you kidding me? Like I give a crap about what color paint your friends want! I just put a ton of work into this!" He just shrugged.

Last Friday I was not feeling well at all, and fell asleep early on the living room floor. My parents were in town and I knew we had to get up early to drive south, so my sleep was fitful and I kept waiting for my cell phone alarm to go off.

So I'm lightly sleeping and in my dream I get a text message on my phone. I open it up, and it's from Donald. I go to read the message, but it's like a video message and when I open it up, I see that it's an interview I've done with Wyatt. I am off screen asking him questions, and he is answering them into the camera. It was something that had been filmed before he died, I knew that in the dream, and I also knew that Donald sent it to me because I was the one interviewing Wyatt.

Suddenly the video changed, and we were at the beach. You know how Wyatt swims at the beach, he does dolphin dives over and over into the waves. He was doing that in the video. I couldn't interact with him at all though, because it had already happened and I was just watching it. I started to feel desperate that I couldn't communicate with him, and also started panicking to Don, "Where did you get this? How can I get a copy? You have to get a copy of this for me!"

Of course in real life there is no video...

I did not get a chance to say goodbye to Wyatt before he left for Zambia and this had been really bothering me. Had I known at the time I would have done things differently. Like everyone, I was sure I would see Wyatt when he returned in two years. Saturday night I had a dream about Wyatt. I was at an Americorp event and they were showing a video of the Peacecorp. Wyatt was in the video. At the end I got up and started telling the group that I knew the young man in the video and how his life had been cut short. Suddenly, Wyatt was standing next to me with a huge smile on his face. In the dream, Wyatt knew what had happened to him. We sat there talking and laughing and sharing stories from growing up together. Then after awhile Wyatt gave me a big hug and walked away with the same big smile on his face. He just seemed at such peace.

On Saturday night I dreamed that I was driving with Wyatt in the Celebrity. We were in Dell Rapids, and drove out of town on that road that goes east of town, over the bridge, out toward our old house. We were just talking and driving...

last february, the weekend before valentines, i drove down to DC so that Wyatt and I could see one of my favorite bands, Lucero. (the trip and the show are a story in themselves, to be told later) Wyatt really liked lucero be cause they have a song that says "Smoking the cigarettes more than i should, my hands won't stop shaking and that can't be good" Last week, damn near a year to the day we saw lucero in baltimore i had a dream about wyatt and Lucero. In the dream we had to get up early for the show and i was trying to wake Wyatt up, but like most mornings he wouldn't wake up. he was on his stomach, head burried in the pillow, mumbling in that sort of pissed off way he always did in the morning. Little ben was there too, and he and i left for the show without wyatt. As we left i remeber saying something to ben like "he'll be dead before we get back." Ben and i went to the show, it was in this wierd school cafeteria. Later in the dream, after we had watched a few other bands, Lucero came on. As they started to play, wyatt sort of appeared right behind me in the crowd. I looked back and he smiled really big. he was behind me for a while, but the next time i turned around he was gone. ben and i spent the rest of the dream looking around the school for him.

On Wednesday, November 16th I went home in the middle of the afternoon to take a nap and had a dream about Wyatt. Ok, here we go with the description (being that dreams are always impossible to explain):

We were running through a building that was under construction. (If you've ever seen a house that is the process of being built, it had the framing up, but no walls, so you can cut from room to room through the beams where there should be walls.) There were those big painter's tarps up everywhere, so certain hallways and areas where tranclucent and you had to push through them to get by. It was in the afternoon, so the sun was shining very brightly in. So it was kind of shady, but at the same time very bright and naturally lit.

The whole tone of the dream was very light hearted, innocent and happy, just pure joy. I felt like a little kid (innocent and niave) playing with a good childhood friend. We were both laughing the whole time and just being silly... OK, so we were running through this building. I was sort of chasing him almost like we were playing a game of tag, but I never could catch him. As I was chasing him I was yelling "Wyatt!" And then he'd yell "come get me! Catch me!... I'm over here". He'd get further ahead, and then stop and wait for me to catch up, and then when I'd get close enough to tag him he'd bult and start running again. I'd have to stop and catch my breath from laughing so hard and being winded from running.

Sometimes I'd lose sight of him when he would run into a shadow or behind a tarp. Sometimes I couldn't look at him because the sun was back-lighting him and it was too bright. Sometimes He'd be right in front of me, and sometimes he'd be really far down the hall and his voice would seem distant.

At one point when I almost thought I was going to catch him he turned a corner and I couldn't see him once again. But this time it was different. When I yelled out his name I didn't hear his reply. In that instant my pure joy was replaced with sheer terror. (Like when you lose your mom in the mall at age 5 and you feel completely lost and alone.) And I yelled his name again in a stained and terrified skreech "WYATT!?" At that moment he stepped out of a shadow and was standing right in front of me very close (and immidiately my terror was replaced with soothing relief like when your mom turns the corner to find you.) He said with comfort and concern in his voice, "hey, don't worry I'm right here. I will always be here." I threw back my head laughing, feeling a bit embarraced about over-reacting. And as I said "I thought I'd lost you" he said at the same time "but I've got to go now". He stepped back into the bright bright light where I could barely see him because it was so bright, and as I sarted to say his name again in confusion yet utter light heartedness I woke up.

When I woke up I felt like I had just come from an amazing massage. Every muscle in my body was relaxed, and I was completely happy. The Afternoon sunlight streamed into my window, drentching itself over my bed. I just lay there under the warmth of my blankets feeling completely held inside their comfort, and didn't want to move or enter back into the rest of my chaotic day. I remember thinking "God, I'm so happy to be alive. Life is so good."

A couple of nights ago I had one of those dreams you have right when you're falling asleep... that bit of time when you're nearly still awake. It's so close to consciousness that when I dreamed about Wyatt during that time, I really felt like he was there with me. It was just a dumb, short dream, we were walking out of a building talking about something together. It was just so close to real, awake life... I don't know... I just take what I can get.