August 12, 1980 to October 23, 2006

Robert Andrew Romero

“A dreamer is one who can only find his way
by moonlight, and his punishment is
that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world." Oscar Wilde“

Sunday, January 22, 2012

I dreamed about Andrew again last night.
I dreamed I was sleeping in my old room in the house I grew up in. Andrew was a baby about six month old and was sleeping in his room when I woke up hearing him cry. I went to his room and picked him up and held him close to me to comfort me. I took him back into my room and laid him down in a crib I had in my room and went back to bed. Then I heard him crying again from his room (again) but he was still laying in the crib in my room. I went to his room and there he was again only this time he was about a year old. Again I picked him up and hugged him and loved on him and took him back to my room and put him in the crib with his other self. Then I pushed the crib up next to the bed so that when I lay down I could reach through the rails and touch them both. And then we all went back to sleep.

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