I was searching for Chester — again. This time, my spiritual guide Paul Reubens was with me. We were in a dream version of NYC where the only buildings were the Twin Towers and scattered houses. The Northern Lights danced in the sky. We never found Chester, but we sat outside, smoked, and watched the stars. I felt comforted... guided.
I dreamed I was in high school again, and Chester was there with me. We were in love, which is odd considering he's my cousin. Something bad was happening, and we had to run and hide. I don’t know what we were running from — maybe the truth, maybe danger — but we held onto each other tightly. It felt safe even though everything around us was chaotic.
Chester appears in many of my dreams — sometimes guiding, sometimes warning, but always present. It’s like he exists beyond the veil, still protecting and encouraging me on this path. These dreams remind me I’m not walking alone.