I had that dream I always dream sometime after someone I know dies - the dream that tells me they are moving on. Sometimes it is only a matter of a few weeks until they are ready to go. Others take months.
I dreamed of Lisa. I believe it's been three and a half months. She's ready now. In my dream, she was alive again, returned from the dead. Well, not really. Apparently, we'd all been mistaken and she'd never really been dead to begin with. I knew that this would happen again, but it's alright because the possibility of coming back yet again is always there.
She was wearing a plain dress with a skirt that would be good for twirling around. I hugged her, hoping she could forgive me for some transgression, and I was sorry I could not go with her.
I think of her each time I go to the beach, as though all oceans are connected, as though somehow she will come floating in towards me on the next wave.
I realize now that I'd been looking forward to being able to be friends with her instead of colleagues. I feel disappointed for myself that she died before the layoff happened. I miss her :(