I hadn’t seen her in person since we were both teenagers, over 30 years ago, but about 15 years ago we re-connected on social media and kept up our friendship, talking about what we were reading, who we were parenting, and who we were becoming.
In my dream I knew she was dead and that I was dreaming, and it didn’t feel weird at all.
I really enjoyed the visit.
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