Ronny

In my dream, I had a whole conversation with Ronny. He was living somewhere near Stanthorpe and I went with the Notorious B.I.G. to visit him. Ronny's daughter had cancer, and there was a hole in her from a gunshot wound. She was the last thing Ronny wanted to talk about but the only thing on his mind. For a moment, Biggie tried to console him, telling him something like, 'Life is fucked; it's only suffering,' but Ronny wasn't interested in what Biggie or I had to say. "I'm in a foul mood," he explained. "Sorry." Ronny stood up and moved to leave the room, and I said, "It's fine, Ronny. There's no reason to feel sorry for anything." Then his daughter stood up and we could all see right through her -- right through the hole in her chest. I wanted to kiss her, for some odd reason, and to kiss Ronny, and to kiss Biggie. I wanted to cry, but I couldn't. I couldn't even speak. Which is the last thing I remember before waking up.