I dreamnt about Curt last night. We were the people we are today. He was helping me move, but being of no assistance whatsoever. We would go into the storage unit, he'd start talking, pick up something light then walk away. He would go talk to people then come back hours later. Nothing was getting done with the move. Days went by. At some point he held my hand. I let go of it. I let go of him.
It was nice to have a dream where he was not a complete freak. It was nice to see his face smiling at me, even though it was evident that he is still the body snatcher and not my husband...anymore.