I had the strangest dream last night.  In the dream, as well as incorporating a ridiculous amount of information from recent events,  up to and including stuff that only occurred an hour or so before I fell asleep, in the dream, I inceptioned, falling asleep within that dream,  where I had a really lovely and wonderful encounter with Liz. I mean, it was dream Liz but what was wonderful was that for a blissful long conversation, I didn't remember that she was dead. I remember knowing that she was sick, but we just had this super regular catch up. I told her about my life,  even though half.od what I told her was just stuff that only was happening in the dream world, like my trip to Western Australia. She told me she was going to see the raptors, to which I was like ... what? And she was like, oh yeah, the veleceraptors,  to which I was like,  cool. Then she asked to borrow my cool new leather pants (real) and i complained about missing half my belt and she lent me one. It was just really nice, the whole conversation, and so easy. We even argued fake dream economics about my flight to WA. And then I grabbed her diary and felt sad because I knew the last entry had actually been sad and an awful note to go out on really, except in the dream there were more recent entries. I still hadn't realised I was dreaming. The realization didn't come until we both went to Uni for two different reasons and once we were there,  she asked if she could come with.me for my thing instead and i said something like 'because your thing doesn't exist, right? Cos you're not actually here?' And then she was gone and it was very Sixth Sense, I see dead people, but not in a scary way, just in a sad way. But then in the dream the same thing happened to my Dad, which was a strange choice really, but we then went to dinner (initially a booking for three, just two once we realised) and talked about it and how nice it had been until we realised. Then I woke up in the dream and found myself in Lizzy bed and realised the reason I must have been adreaming about her was because I was sleeping on her sheets and smelling her while I slept, something that would make her feel more real.

Then after some more dream shenanigans I woke up for real, and then in the shower remembered that I'd dreamed of Liz and I wanted to write it down so I'd remember it for more than just today. It felt kind of real. Not that I think Liz appeared to me in a dream so we could chat fashion but if today I see a sign, we'll I'm not gonna ignore it. It felt like getting one more conversation and it was really special.