…the dream I had last night. It was, surprisingly, a wonderful dream. I woke up happy and peaceful. It was so real, as if he (my ex) and I had made a plan to meet up after seventeen years and sit down like civilized people and just talk. I needed that dream. I was comforted. In my dream we were in his house. We just hung out and talked. At one point I followed him into his room where he sat on the bed, he on one side and I at the foot of the bed. We talked and then Chris (my best friend) came in. The door was ajar and when he pushed it slightly open, he was rather surprised to see me. Then he opened it up wider to see that Ralph was in the room too. He started to sorry and close the door, but Ralph spoke up and said, with a little half laugh/giggle he had, that it was okay, that we were just talking. Chris kind of gave us that look like, uh huh, sure. But, we just talked and I woke up and was happy. I was able to spend time with someone I wish I was friends with. He lives less than a mile away from me. I never see him around. I always wonder how he is doing. It makes me sad to know that we are not friends, but he was the one who made plans to be with someone else, all while I had gone on vacation. I miss him as a person, you know. All I ever hear about him is through Chris. And everything I hear isn’t all that swell. I know he does certain things that I am sad for. But who am I to say anything, you know. Thanks for the lovely time Ralph…In my dreams…