2. I haven't had any contact with IL in about three months. In last night's dream, she was still living here in the city. I went to her apartment to give her a manuscript I had written. The door was open. There were all these unfamiliar people in the apartment. "Is IL around?" I asked.

"She met someone beautiful," her roommate said. "And decided to spend the whole day with him."

I was crushed. I felt like jumping from a high building and wondered if this building had rooftop access. Instead, I went back down to the street. The city was very crowded, lots of people clogging the sidewalks [my dreams rarely involve SF and feature few, if any, people]. I felt horrible and wandered the crowded sidewalks. I think I was half-hoping to find IL--but I suspected she and her new man had left town. I paused before a group of people dressed in black suits and black dresses filing into a church for a funeral. There were a few rows of pews set up under a canopy outside the church. A pretty, middle-aged Asian lady sat under the canopy and played very lovely violin for the mourners as they filed into the church. I felt terrible but decided to sit down near her and listen to her play.