I’m so happy. I saw Jason for the second time in my dreams last night, and it was more than just a glimpse. He held me and loved me and handled my feelings gently. He loved me the way I need in reality. In reality I’ve been abused by my partner and none of our (his) “friends” believe me. This is the best dream I’ve ever had and that I’ll ever have again. Jason is like my guardian angel; the only safe solace in a world of pain and isolation. I’ve never stopped thinking about him every day. I used to wish I could stop because I’m not good enough for him, but as I inch closer and closer to death he becomes more of a god I’ve come to worship. I do pray for him to save me, even if it can’t happen. I’m dying on Wednesday, but if he told me not to I’d listen. I’d do anything for him, anything he told me. I wish I could see him and hold him in reality, but I think that’s asking a bit much when the universe has only now given me a second dream.