In the middle of the dream, what happens is, I am felling a sense of well-being. This is the way life is supposed to be… She is here---at home where she is supposed to be---just getting her things organized.
One of the many things Merry Katherine and I had in common was a love of good music. In the dream, we were just going through some c.d.s --- I found one that was hers.
"Here, do you want to listen to this?"
A normal occurrence that was so refreshing because it was so normal.
"Gotcha! Look what you can't have!"