I dreamed that Miranda had died. The details of her death weren’t mentioned, just the mention of her death. I refused to see her in the hospital – not mentioned in the dream, yet somehow I felt the avoidance of seeing her upon her death-bed. Flashes of tubes and machines came to me. It was easier this way, I thought. Not remembering her as a body without a soul or mind, just a being – animated only by the devices of human. I don’t even remember who told me that she’d passed. I just know that later in the dream, I received a phone call from Miranda a la Twilight Zone episode. Her spirit/consciousness/whatever called to tell me of the afterlife. It brought…