Finally dreamed

I dreamed about my husband last night.  I only dreamed once since it happened and it only lasted a few minutes.  This one was longer and more detailed.  In it, I'm sitting in the living room and he walks in and I tell him  that I thought he was dead.  He smiles at me and goes into the kitchen for his customary bag of potato chips.  He sits on the sofa and I sit in the chair and just stare at him, greatful to have him back after the nightmare I had where he'd died. 
 
He doesn't talk, just sits there and eats the chips.  I tell him I love him and wake up.
 
Even though I'm not totally aware that it's a dream when it's happening, I have a sense that it is.  It would have been nice to interact with him, but it's better than nothing at all.