Yep. Happened to me quite a bit after my best friend killed himself. We’d be walking along, arms around each other, then he’d just go limp in the middle of it. Or I’d search the world for him, but not be able to find him. I got so overwhelmed by my dreams that I had one, final dream with him in it, and it was only him telling me goodbye because he didn’t want to see me so sad anymore. After that, they stopped entirely, no matter how much I tried to get myself to dream of him again. Since then, I’ve only had literally one or two, and he was only there briefly, to give me a hug and say he couldn’t stay because it wasn’t good for me.
My brain’s way of coping, I guess. But I really, really miss the few good dreams I’d have with him, like we were hanging out again. I knew he was still gone in them, but he was there and we were enjoying each other’s company. I still wish I could have more of those, but some other part of me knows that it’s just something I can’t handle, even over five years later.
I’m really sorry, though. I feel your pain and I’d give you a big old hug if I could. Ha. I’m emotional now. Wasn’t expecting that. ((HUGS))