the beginning is hazy, but I remember we were in my old house. (dad sold it a few years back). she was in my old room and there was a chef up there cooking soup on big pots where my tv would have been. (she goes to culinary school). I went up to see her and my cat was on the wall and hopped on my shoulder. my gf seemed distant and she didnt love me anymore or something. but then I like gave her a footrub. she pulled away but didnt. then we went to her school with my mom and everything seemed fine except the school gave me this dreadful feeling. like something had happened there. A friend of hers had died in the dream or she did..and thats why she felt this way…idk how she came back to life. but I woke up feeling an extreme sense of loss.