04 May 2012
Last night I dreamed about Chris. I went to my family's Christmas (which I normally do not do) and Chris was there. It was in present day so I knew he was dead and had been dead for the past 15 years. Everyone was ignoring him. I was amazed. They saw him. Knew that he was there but acted indifferent. I went up to Chris, told him how happy I was to see him and how wonderful it was that he made this amazing journey to be there. I hugged him. It was so vivid. I had my arms around him and my head on his chest. Loving him. Feeling a long missing hug. When I woke up I still felt Chris' hug.