Kat came to me in my dream last night; well, technically, since we were at her home in the dream, I guess I went to her. One of these days, I won't see her in my dreams. One of these days.
She had a boyfriend and he was good-looking and kind. She knew about my miscarriage, but she called it "That time your period was 2 weeks late" and I got a little pissed off, wanting to correct her, but realized I was dreaming and it'd be pointless to start a fight - I wanted to see what'd happen. Nothing happened. We were in another country, and trying to travel without being snatched by local authorities. Then visiting a blow-up palace - we were going to go inside and check it out, but my phone rang at 6 a.m., wrenching me from slumber and from that place.
Back to reality.