During a nap, I had a strange dream about Casey. It was as if I was in a room of big TVs and one turned on and it was like flashes of images of things that related to her like one after another of different pictures of Casey with different people, and things I’ve done since July. At the end I saw her tree and it like “zoomed” up to see the Feldman house from an aerial view– I guess how it looked when her friends and family went up in the cherry picker. Then the TV screen turned to black and white for a moment, then just pink covered the whole house, except for the door. Then, a stream of pink moved out from the tree into the street and up that hill and kept going. I didn’t see Casey directly in the dream or hear her, but it seemed really symbolic.