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DREAM:
I see Jim walking around the house. . . How can he be dressed and walking around when he is supposed to be in bed dying of cancer?

I follow him into the bathroom.

Jim goes to the sink and looks at his reflection in the mirror.

He says to himself: “I feel that I am on the edge of something very mysterious.”

I reach for him, turn him around, beg for a hug. He gives me a wonderful, warm, full-body one, then kisses me on the lips.

“I’m going to build you a house in the clouds,” he says.