Last night I had a dream that an old roommate of mine from college named BF, was some where in a fictional version of D.
I think I was at a fictional building that was in the same location as a gas station in real life, and he came into that building.
I stopped to talk to him about what he had done the last few years, and he said that things were going pretty good; except that he was just told by his doctors that he had cancer.
