Last night I dreamed Mike was alive. He was just away for a while, but he came back. He was watching our baby walk around and talk and he said "wow, I can't believe how big he's gotten!" We laughed and talked and it felt sooooo real. I wanted to show him his closet and how I hadn't moved anything. I also wanted to show him his death certificate, but I didn't. I was standing in the door way ad I just bursted out crying, and someone asked me what was wrong. I said "I know this is a dream and I'm going to wake up and he is going to be gone and I don't want that to happen." I looked through his wallet and saw there was money in it, and I said he really was here. I was crying because my heart was broken. Then I woke up.................to the harsh reality that it was really only a dream. Now I'm sad.