In real life, my friend Wil recently died suddenly and I did not get to say goodbye, and his funeral was family-only.
In the dream, we were standing in an open field playing catch with a wiffle ball. He was throwing the ball firmly and directly to me and I was catching it easily with one hand. I was throwing it back in a little more complicated ways, but he also caught the ball; we didn't drop it once.
Eventually, I realized that he had died, and that it was a dream. I ran to him and gave him a big hug and woke up crying, but feeling a bit happy that in some way I got to hug him goodbye.
