Mourning: Someone I knew died. I have these sorts of dreams, but usually I know who it is that died. In this dream, though, all I knew was that it was someone close to me. The wake was being held at the deceased's apartment. I arrived early with a friend (who used to be a lover, briefly). Before anyone else showed up, I curled up with her and just cried. I cried hard. Messily, pathetically, and weakly, I cried. It felt good. The meaning of the dream seems to be in two parts. First, I've never had much experience with death, particularly death involving people close to me. Second, I don't have anyone close enough to me that will hold me while I cry, and this makes me lonely. There's also a hint that maybe this is something I need; as a chronic depressive, I've never been able to let go and cry around significant others, even though they wanted to be supportive. Maybe next time.