Seeing Past Midnight

Last night's dream was rather disturbing. Marty had died. Then he was there, and it was as if I were awake and I had just dreamed that he died. We'd be walking and all of a sudden, he wasn't there anymore. And it was as if he really had died again. I graffiti'd a sidewalk and part of a wall for him. Then I went to the guitar store and suddenly he was there again. I thought I was awake and it had all been a dream - even though I was still actually dreaming. I said to him,"Please be careful. I've been having horrible dreams that you died and I just want you to be careful, Ok?" And he said Ok, sis. Should I say to him in real life what I said to him in my dream? Or is that just silly superstition?

Another dream about the beach house. I owned it, but I didn't live there. It was empty. I wanted to move in, but I couldn't. Not yet. The house that I did live in was haunted of course - it always is. It was creepy and uncomfortable. I wanted to walk to the beach house, just to look around and visit, but I didn't have time. The grass flats were beautiful.