Funky Dream

Have you ever had a weird dream about someone you miss? I had one last night. Before I tell you about the dream let me give you a little history. It was about John. I was particularly close to him during my teen years and he made a huge impact on me. Sadly, he was killed in a plane crash in 1997 and a piece of me went with him. I've never felt the same after that. It's hard to explain. Of course I got past the innitial shock of it all but that piece of me, still remains missing.
Now onto the dream.
We saw eachother in a hotel lobby. We were staying at the same one at the same time. He and I were walking in a hallway. It was some sort of market place or open-air mall, I really couldn't tell which. It was, however, someplace foreign. {I think it was Israel because, of course, that's pretty fresh in mind right now with all the stuff going on over there. I was there in 1997, about a month and 1/2 before John died.}
The marketplace was humming with activity. There were people everywhere and it was very crowded. A few people recognized John but for the most part, we were left alone to walk along.
{Have you ever encountered smell in a dream? If I had before, I don't remember. I DID in this dream though. I could smell his cologne and the scent of his tan suede or leather coat. It was very, very vivid and I can still smell it now even when I remember parts of the dream.}
As we walked along, our chatter was animated and cheerful. I don't recall anything that we spoke about but it felt happy and warm. It was as if 2 people who hadn't seen each other in a long time were re-connecting. We were walking along, arms around each other chatting and as we walked past a particular merchant a man approached me {he was a mafia Don} and told me that I had a phone call. He pointed to a set of double doors. John sat down and waited, chatting happily with the merchant as I ran off to my phone call. As I walked through the double doors, I was transported into a gothic night club scene. [I knew exactly what it was because I hung out in the Goth-Vampyre crowd in my teens in Colorado and early 20s in NYC- shhh don't tell my mother!]
As I walked through the night club I kept looking for the phone. I remember walking past people I KNEW and others that I had to imagine! I walked past Medusa and her hair of snakes hissed at me, I walked past a guy dressed as a VW Beetle with a dashboard around his neck, I walked past a purple Fairy-Vamp and an array of other motley little groups of people. Still, I found no phone. I gave up. I got agitated because I started thinking that the mafia guy didn't really send me to answer the phone but he wanted something with John, so I hurried back to where I had left him and was relived to see him still sitting there, enjoying the company of passers by. He saw me, got up, excused himself and came to hug me. We started walking along, arms around eachother again and entered an elevator which took us outside. We were still hugging. He was talking quietly but now I can't remember what he was saying, I think it was something very comforting because I remember that neither of us wanted to stop hugging. I could smell his cologne and could feel the warmth of his arms around me.
{Well all good dreams must come to an end eh? At that point, my dog, Bailey, decided that she was going to howl for no obvious reason, and wake me up. *sigh* I wish she had waited a bit longer as I really wish I could remember what it was John was saying to me. The dream left me with a sense of comfort and in a very calm mood. I have been missing him for a long time and it was great to 'hug him' again after so many years. Ahhh.. the power of our minds. It's amazing the stuff we subconsciously think about!!}

I hope you have good dreams too!!
Does anyone analyze dreams? I'd love some feedback. What's with the Mafia Don? The openair marketplace? The elevator and the Goth Night Club?!