I had a dream about Wyatt last night. There were three people in the dream: my current boyfriend, me, and a girl I didn't know. We were in someone's house upstairs, and Wyatt strolled up the stairs. He started joking around with me about some trashy girl he had made out with. I was laughing with him and then he put his arms around me and hugged me, and gave me a little kiss. He told me he loved me, and I said I loved him. He acted almost like a visitor coming over to stay. He asked me, "I'm going to be wandering around here for a while, is that okay with you?" I was soo happy and told him of course. Then, he stepped back and just stood there. I turned to the other girl on the couch, and knew that my boyfriend couldn't see Wyatt. I asked the other girl, "Do you see that?" And she calmly said, "yes, it's Wyatt." So for some reason her and I could see him. He went back down the stairs and the dream ended with the girl shouting, "hey wyatt, where are you now?"

I was super happy in the dream, although at first it was really sad. I just wanted him to stay forever, but I think this means he'll be hanging around me for a while. Thanks Buddy.

I have not dreamt about Wyatt in a long time. I had one last night where he called me on the phone - he had just gotten home from Zambia. I was trying not to let him hear the emotion in my voice, I felt so silly, missing him so much and thinking he was dead, and then having him call me. Having it all really turn out to be just a mixup, a bad dream, a joke that he had died... I tried to tell him that I had thought he was dead, but he kept chatting about things I could not understand. I finally said that I needed to see him, I needed to see his face, to see that he was real and alive and really back. He was so light-hearted on the phone, so...like him.

I miss you, Wyatt. Your voice is still so crystal clear in my head.

It's taken me a long time to post this.

After the dream I had a month ago with him in it, where I asked him to please let me see him - he listened. The next night I sat in an all white dream with him, with no one else there, no furniture, no distractions... He sat, silently, let me just look at his face and tell him how much I missed him. I told him how much it hurts to know he can't come back. I told him all the things I wanted to, and all he did was look at me, nod, say "yes, I know...". I cried almost the whole time, but he listened. I woke up feeling the familiar ache in my chest of dreaming about him, but along with it was a peace I have never felt surrounding him and all of this terrible situation. I felt it was too coincidental, too real, for it to be something only my head made up. It hurts so much today. I do think he hears us. I do think he is still here.

I had a dream we all went to my parents' lake house, Wyatt included (he never got to see it in real life). When we had to leave, he gave me a ride, and turned the car around so I could get a good photo of the house from the backseat. That was it, meaningless and random, but in my dream he wasn't dead and none of us knew he was dead.

I am currently in South Africa for a wedding, and I'm going to visit Zambia on the 10th of August. I was a friend of Wyatt's at Hamline, and so I logged on because I couldn't remember the name of the city he was in and I want to visit it to remember him.

When I logged on I saw the first posting about dreams and completely caught me off guard. A few months after Wyatt died I had a dream that he visited me, sat me down and repeated a few lines from a song to me over and over again. The song was going to change my life and it was very important that I remember it in the morning...though I never could.