Screaming or howling

I am talking to a guy in a bar who says he will bump up my commissions to 65% if he ever becomes boss of my company. I pull out my iPad and show him the sweet deal I just closed. As he looks down at the contract, I look up and see my dead friend <PERSON> leaning against a far wall in the bar. <PERSON> died last September in an automobile accident. I forget the guy I am talking to and slowly walk over to my dead friend. As I do so, I realize that I am dreaming. This is a dream! <PERSON> was a funeral director and fellow embalmer I worked with for about 3 years. His death shocked everyone. He was only 45 years old. We were pretty close and got along very well. Seeing him, now, in this LD, was a very beautiful experience. This was by far the most vivid LD I had ever had. As I approached him, I focused intently on his skin, his hair -- and, in particular, on the individual salt-and-pepper strains. Everything was perfect; he was as crystal-clear and identical body-wise as he was IWL. I could even smell his aftershave. I saw him and he looked at me and smiled, then he looked back down. I said, "<PERSON>, this is a dream. We are dreaming." He continued to look down, smiling. I touched his arm. He was solid, warm, real. I said, "I am so sorry about what happened to you. We all really miss you. Your mom loves you so much...and so do I." I touched his arm again and he continued to look down and smile. I was in awe of how detailed he was. He looked fantastic. I was tempted to say, "Death becomes you, my friend" but did not. I just stared at his hair. The more I focused on it, the more vivid and brilliant the LD became. I rubbed my hands to ground myself in lucidity even more. I noticed the lights in the bar were starting to dim. I looked over my shoulder to see what was going on. <PERSON> did the same. When I looked back at <PERSON>, he was wearing a dark blue pullover sweater with a black zipper that went a quarter of the way down in the front. He was not wearing it before. <PERSON> was still looking inquisitively up as to why the lights were dimming, and he said with amusement, "Now I know what you mean about this being a dream..." As he said these words, I began to float. I did not want to float away, but I could not stop it. I say to <PERSON>, "Look what we can do!" But he just stood there and watched me go up, slowly, like a helium balloon that was let go. My vision went dark as my head went through the ceiling, and I went into the attic. I looked down at my rising feet to see if <PERSON> was following me, but he was not. I was still looking down for <PERSON> when I suddenly heard my son in the TV room yell at his sister. His scream jolted me from the LD and I regained consciousness in my bed. I lay for about five minutes, processing it all. The realness of <PERSON> in the LD was so great that I found myself weeping as I poured my coffee. I earnestly thanked my subconscious for the experience, and found myself wishing that <PERSON>'s mother and sister could have experienced the same. It was truly a miraculous experience.