Just wanted to record a dream I had about you over the Thanksgiving holiday weekend (Nance recommended I write it down). Hope and I were looking at a picture of yours and her backs and noted how zitty or scaly yours was from swimming or water polo. I don't know if I started scratching your back in the picture, but all of a sudden you were in a bed sleeping but you were a few years younger, like a freshman or a sophomore. You were lying on your stomach and started to wake up. You were out of it, like you just came back from a dentist appointment or something. You were babbling like talking in your sleep and Hope and I were just thinking it was cool to be there with you because we knew you had died, but it seemed like you didn't know (you were dead) and it was just a normal day for you. Not too exciting, but any experience with you is a treasure.
Side note: I really believe that this is really you in these dreams. I feel really lucky to have these because when I met with Jeanette Brenner last week and mentioned the dreams I have had of you, she said she has never had a dream of Luke since he died. Maybe it's because there is so much else wrapped up in her situation, like how she was in the accident with him, etc. Who knows. I just know that I am thankful for every moment with you.
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