For a long time, I didn't dream about Mike. I didn't dream at all. Hell...I didn't sleep at all.
Now they are coming at me and, for the most part, I'm not sure if they make me happy or sad. Last night, he was very much alive and I had 4 days to talk him out of taking the meds that I believe had a hand in his death. If I did that, he would stay alive. I couldn't. Damnit! I can't even keep him alive in my dreams.