It started with a dream of someone I cared very much about for 15 years.
When we met, he was just a musician in a band, then he became famous. In my imaginary world we go back to before he was famous and do all the things he couldn't do because of his celebrity.
Sometimes all of this feels too real. It feels like he's really with me.
He died in 1992. My dreams started in 2008, on the date he was buried. I didn't know he had died.