Dave has been in my dreams a lot. Just in them. Well last night I finally dreamed that he came back from the dead. Not in a zombie way. He just came back. He had something he had to do before returning to the dead. So we visited ADS and I was hoping to freak David out. And then we were in the yard and I dug up an iris and wanted to dig up some of the marionberries. Decided I better ask Dave about that. He was fine with it.
Seems like I always have at least one dream where my loved one comes back. Usually I'm trying to hide them because people won't understand. My mind works in funny ways.
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