I had a really disturbing/upsetting/actually quite nice dream the other night, depending on how you look at it. I usually don't attach any importance to dreams at all, but I couldn't help wondering about this one:
Basically, I dreamt about a friend of mine who died about two years ago. In my dream, I went to visit him in the shop he worked in, and he seemed really pleased to see me. We hugged, and exchanged injokes, but all the time there was the slight niggle in the back of my head, that he really shouldn't still be there, and I shouldn't really be talking to him.
There were other people in the shop, browsing around shopping, and my friend kept trying to chat to them. None of them paid any attention to him, or appeared to see him. He turned to me, peeved, and told me no one would ever talk to him anymore, and he didn't understand why, but he was glad I was there. I tried to explain that he'd died, and that he shouldn't be hanging around still (how do you tell someone that tactfully?) but he wouldn't accept it. He seemed quite distressed, so I changed the subject.
The dream moved on to some strange anxiety thing about having to make a lot of pancakes (don't ask) and that was it. The night before last, that was, and I've been reflecting on it ever since.
Anyone got any thoughts, or should I just stop eating marmite just before bed?