I almost never dream of things going on in my life, like 1 in 50. Last night she was so real. I couldn't enjoy her as I was depressed and I didn't know why. She was trying to get me to go to some thing in L.A. and I couldn't get over how upset I was. I couldn't wake myself up. I felt like it has to be a dream. I remembered she died and all that came with it but here she was. Her death must have been the bad dream. We've all had dreams that were so very real. My 'very real' dreams I remember so much of that I am never sure what is real until many hours after I have been awake. As in a truly struggle as to what is my reality. She was so real and was there. I was just starting to believe that her death was the dream when I came to. It was nice to see her. How am I supposed to do anything today?