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I had a dream about Terry. We were talking in a church with a group of people, when suddenly I remembered that he was dead.
I didn't tell him he had died, because I was afraid it would make him sad. His casket appeared behind him, and I kept having to distract him from turning around by telling him all the gossip about our former classmates.
When I woke up I regretted that I didn't ask him about the mysteries of the universe, but instead if he could still speak German.
I didn't tell him he had died, because I was afraid it would make him sad. His casket appeared behind him, and I kept having to distract him from turning around by telling him all the gossip about our former classmates.
When I woke up I regretted that I didn't ask him about the mysteries of the universe, but instead if he could still speak German.