I had a poignant dream in the form of a movie with voiceover. The voiceover was a man sort of talking to his girlfriend, who had died not long ago. He was sort of narrating the events leading up to her death. Stuff like: “I remember how we used to walk in the park on weekends.”
They lived in a house with two or three other people. The girlfriend seemed to disappear one day, and everyone gradually became worried.
The narration continued: “At first we just laughed, wondering where you’d run off to. But we looked around and called your phone, and by the end of the day we were worried. Tobias didn’t look where he was going and fell down the stairwell, crashing into the water heater.”
Then the boyfriend discovered a secret door that led into an S&M dungeon. The girlfriend had been in there testing out some new kinky sex toy or something and had accidentally broken her neck. It also seemed she had been cheating on the guy with a friend of his who was named Rick-Gomez.
The boyfriend went on: “At first I kept going to the park, just out of habit. But it was too painful to be standing there alone, so I stopped. Then, gradually, as each weekend I looked out at the pigeons and the hot dog vendors there by the fountain, I missed it, and so I started going again.
"I don’t want to keep thinking about you. Rick-Gomez is my friend. When I go into the park now I don’t feel as much pain. And now, as I sit here looking out the window at the people moving along the paths, I wonder how I could have missed this stuff about you. I see people meet each other and, like us, take walks together through the park, and I wonder, what are the things that decide who will meet whom, how we change our lives as people come and go, and how we come together."
It was a very emotionally moving dream.