Echoes

I wonder what it means to dream about someone who's died. It wasn't a sad dream - rather the opposite, actually. We were hanging out in the park together, and then he had to go be a lifeguard and I waited around the building and made faces at him through the window while he was in a staff meeting, and then he helped me beat up these guys we caught picking on a kid. There may have been hand-holding. It was all very cute and sweet and I woke up wistfully sad because it wasn't real and couldn't be.

It's weird - you'd think if I was dreaming about anyone who's shuffled off, it would be my grandfather. We still talk about him all the time, especially me and my grandma. But I go months at a time without thinking about B. Now I miss him all over again.