The Dream

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I woke in a sweat. The dream as every night had seemed so real.

It was 1963 and my wife was dying of cancer. We had been married 30 years and she had been the love of my life ever since. I saw a partial name in the dream, saw our house in the suburbs in Pennsylvania, but I couldn’t make out the exact name or address. The house was large and rambling, but there didn’t seem to be any children about.