I Kissed a Dead Woman in My Dream

The Woman of My Dreams, Photo Edited by NightCafe AI

I kissed a dead woman in my dream last night. I had learned that Amy had died five years earlier of cancer. I met her 47 years ago.

I was married and working as a social worker with a special needs guy, Sal, about my age in his late 20s; Amy used to take her younger sister with special needs to the Thursday night record hop at the local Naval Reserve. It was love at first sight.