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Last week I dreamt that my friend and former colleague Bob was alive and well, hiding out in rural Virginia. No explanation given or needed.
I woke up with a start and the shift from happiness to sadness was physically jarring as my mind shifted to reality. Bob and the dream are still hanging with me a week later.
It's almost a year since he was killed in an accident. When I told Nancie about the dream we reminisced for over an hour. I hesitated telling her because I didn't want to make her sad too, but it was good to share. Bob affected us in personal, individual, ways. He was a good egg.