August 1, 2004
This makes the third dream I had with someone that I work with.
She is not the same subject of the other two dreams.

I was in my workplace, except it wasn't my work place.
It's different, although it had the same staff.
Emphasis on the white walls and windows.
There weren't any doors, there were openings.
Amy was with me, mourning with me.
I think she was actually mourning for me over my parents.
Emphasis was on her dark dress.
I remember that she held my hand.
Not for affection, but for comfort.
It was as if she was trying to comfort me.

Now that I think about it, she seems to represent my emotional self. I don't recall expressing any emotion during the dream. All of my grief came through her.