I thought not saying anything of this would be appropriate, but in my mind as I see it slipping I shall relent.
The fourth time; in the dream I have seen him. I can barely recall it now. I remember linen. I remember seeing him in bed, We were getting into bed.
This has been the fourth time since his death that I have seen him in the intangible.
It should be said that I don't believe that it is him. It's either my mind telling me thing, or a demon messing with me. Either way, I must recall that he chose his death, and death he has become.
"No more dreaming of the dead as if death itself had been undone."