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Last night I dreamed my wife died at home. It wasn't the house where we actually live(d), and it was stacked with moving boxes as if we'd just moved in though it'd been a year since we'd moved when she died (not that a year's unpacking had gotten done). We were talking about, and passing back and forth, some small device a neighbor was trying to fix for her, separated by the boxes and out of line of sight from each other. Then she came into view and asked me if I'd called the police chief. I said I thought the neighbor under discussion was some other occupation than police chief. Then I noticed she was sparkly blue and transparent like Obi-Wan. I went over to where she'd been and her body was lying on a long flat stretch of box pile like it was a bed. There was a woman over there, who I guessed was the police chief my wife mentioned, or some other authority, here on business related to the death. We spoke a few exchanges but I'd been shocked enough that my wife was a ghost now that I was waking up and I don't remember the conversation with the police chief.