lucyoncolorado

In which H isn't dead...

Another dream about H. We are at a house or a very nice hotel lobby perhaps. C is there. H has cooked and we are eating dinner. She is not dead. It was a misunderstanding of some sort. Every now and again I think of how this doesn't make sense. Once I wonder if she was really put in at the morgue or what body I saw at the viewing, but the truth is right in front of me- there she is, not dead. We talk a bit about the funeral and the fiasco around it. She asks about a ring her mother gave her. I can't remember most of what we talked about. Mostly, though, we just hang out and talk. I think of how there are loads of things I want to tell her, but I don't, and instead I mostly just enjoy hanging out with her and talking with her. At one point, I start to think about it, and I have a little panic attack, but then it recedes and I come back and we hang out again. For the most part, it is very calm and comforting and feels very natural.