I dreamt of her again this morning and when I woke I was lucid enough to remember the details.

In the dream she came over and she was frying eggs on a table. The table was made of some sort of thick white plastic, something that may have been common in the 70s, at least that’s the vibe I had about it in the dream. The eggs were slathered all over the table and I didn’t question why they weren’t frying in a pan.

She was wearing a boob tube — something she would never wear in real life — and I couldn’t help but think how good she looked anyway. Her hair was shorter than normal and styled with messy pigtails. Again, not how she would normally style her hair.

Towards the end of the dream I stood next to her and I asked her why she had come over, then I said “It’s ok if you miss me because I miss you too”, then we both started to cry and I woke up, wishing I was still asleep.

I don’t know if these dreams will ever end but I’m happy to have them.