I dreamed of my Jimmy last night. It was one of those dreams where it was all a mistake. He hadn't really died. He was at some nursing home and they were trying to find him for me. Then in another part of the dream he was running around randomly spraying a hose. Being that goofy Jimmy that he was. I was hiding from him, terrified. Then he popped up in front of me and sprayed some in my face, and I just laughed. I hugged him hard. Then in another part of the dream I was lying with him on the floor of the den in my grandparents' house, where sometimes I would just fall asleep in contentment. I was leaning against my Jimmy. I could feel myself leaning against him. Then I woke up and saw I was leaning against the big pillow instead. Wow I love you Jimmy. Always will. Never was anyone like you before, nor will there ever be again. This was not my first "it was all a mistake" dream. I guess I'm still shocked that you're not here. I am so