She visited me again last night only this time it was somewhat unpleasant. For the past year I can happily say that my dreams about Julie have in no way focused on the fact that she is dead. They are normal dreams, not even focused on Julie, she’s simply there, just as a living friend would be. This time Julie, myself, and a few more nameless faces where in the backseat of a car (which was about as big as a master bedroom) visiting. I keep thinking to myself, “Hey, there’s Julie, isn’t she supposed to be dead?” I am stuck on that one thought for what seems like an hour and after the trance is broken one of the nameless faces comes up to me and whispers in my ear, “Hey, Julie’s supposed to be dead.” She’s pointing at her and I look over to see Julie laying down on the floorboard in the fetal position.