Sleep event

I had a dream last night where I was at some camp (frequent dream setting) and <PERSON> was there, but he did not want to talk to me until he saw where this other relationship was going. Then a very good-looking blond guy was there at the top of a hill I was walking up, and he was talking on a payphone. (Does anyone even do that anymore?) He was talking about fixing a car. I pretended to trip near him, and when I came up, I "accidentally" bit his neck. (In dreaming or waking life, boldest move I have ever made sober. The bumpy ride in Cancun in the crowded back seat next to <PERSON> does not count. Free pina coladas all day at that resort.) He looked up and smiled. I smiled and said, "Oh! Sorry!" He smiled back and quickly finished his call and I was about to walk away and leave it at that. He started to walk beside me and said, "Kind of weird weather, is not it?" Now, even I know that in this situation, that is code for, "Let us talk and get to know each other and maybe (adult content) later." So I started to engage him in conversation about the weather. Eventually, he says, like most men, "Look, I have to go, but I will call you later, okay?" Without getting my number. All you can really effectively do at that point is smile and say okay - I have learned through many hard experiences that the more you protest, the worse it gets. But this dude continued, "You have to figure some things out. We have met before. You will recognize me when you see me again at Mummy Love." Mummy Love was the name of a daycare centre, apparently. I tried to place him, but could not, as he continued, "Munich is past." Munich = Germany = <PERSON>. In this dream, <PERSON> was a native German. Then I was back in my room with my duffel bag, changing. I was trying to decide whether to wear the dark skinny jeans tonight, at the dance, or wear them the next day for the road trip (when I would see <PERSON> for sure because we would say goodbye) and stay away and read <PERSON> book out of the school library instead. I got a feeling I would be a lot happier hanging back and reading the book. I did not want to hear that <PERSON> and his girlfriend were growing closer instead of what I expected, which was (and, quite frankly, is) that <PERSON> will continue to feel trapped to the point that it drives him to a breaking point, his girlfriend will pick up on it and it will bother her to the point that she behaves in such a way that pushes him away even faster (yess!! Someone else can be that girl for a change!) and through all this, I will seem like the mysterious and diaphanous memory and the one that he cannot have. At that point, Incubus meows and shows up from behind a corner. I realize that this is a dream, because I remember that <PERSON> has died. But I also remember that I would prayed so hard to be able to hold him again, even in a dream. So I pick him up - but he is covered with litterbox misfire and sweat, the way he was on the second-last day. I handle him carefully - he is almost dead. I do not feel the bliss I usually feel when I am holding him. (I feel it now that I am thinking of holding him - it is an all-over glowing in my chest.) Why am I feeling no bliss when I am getting my prayer answered - being able to hold his dear little physical body again? I still cannot change the dream. I wake up.