Last night I dreamed of Elias for the first time since his death. I wish I could say it was a happy dream. Instead, he was sick, almost comatose. And I believe he was in a hospital. For some odd reason, when they checked on him, they kept touching him with this wand thing that would shock him. Once I realized what was going on, I was irate and yelled at them to stop. He began to recover, but everything’s a bit of a blur. Then I woke up.