Meeting my passed teacher in a dream.
My history teacher was my very good friend, though he only had us in the 11th year of school. He was a very fat, astmatic man with diabetes, and was called "the Hippopotamus". He was not allowed to have us in the 12th grade because he gave everybody the highest score(?not sure it is the right word), except one whom he didn´t like who got the next highest. He was a Doctor of History, and very proud of his doctor ring. But he was old, got his pension after my last year, the next year I heard by a friend, Y, still in school, that he had died. I got an awfully bad concience about not writing to him while he was still alive. I felt so bad, knowing how lonely he was.
Then I dreamt, though it was not excactly like a dream, because everything was so clear, and I remember thinking about what to say next, the way you usually don´t do in dreams.
I met Doctor X in a corridor, and he was a young man, slim, about thirty, but I knew him so well. So I said "Y said Doctor X were dead".(I really said "The doctor" as we don´t use titles the same way in my language). He knew Y. And I never called him Dr while he was alive. I guess I wanted to make up for that. He said "Ah, the things Y says...".
The I said "Dr X are so slim!" And he said "Well, I´m with the chief pysician".
And that was all. I awoke. But I beieve he wanted me to know he had gone to a better place and not have a bad conciense, being such a kind man, and us being such good friends.