Last night I had the strangest dream. It had been like the 5 or 6 month anniversary of Bruces death. And all of a sudden he came home. He just came home as if nothing happened. I heard rumor that he went to Cape Breton to get away. He needed a break from my nagging about his drinking and my daughters disrespect towards him.(I wouldnt blame him).It was so real. I was afraid to ask him where and why he had left. Everybody was happy to see him and he was happy to be home but we all just acted like it was normal for him to be here. The dates on my Tattoo started to fade away too. When I woke up I thought it was real. I even checked my tattoo but it was still there. Bummer.Whenever I dream of him I dream that he has come home, but usually I'm telling him he is suppose to be in heaven. I like him visiting me but they make me feel like he is lost. The dreams make me sad and make me feel like he wants to come home but cant. I hope he's happy.