Grateful for a dream this morning, strange, but not scary. In it I was uncharacteristically not-afraid to go to a person I don't know when all of a sudden it was offered, who was really kind, can't rem most of what they said though, except they seemed to have all the time in the world, and when I had the nerve to make eye contact it was the face of someone who helped me once who died (I thought in my dream, 'That's funny, the (living one) looks exactly like (X) , but he died?, didn't know they looked identical') ,and we had a big hug and I recognized an object in their rt shirt pocket, my hand was on it). Strangely I had to change before, it was required, I know I dream in color because it was my robe, and then I couldn't find my clothes, but for some reason none of all that part mattered, and I went home in my robe. Weird but that's only the second time in my life I ever got help in a dream, and the 1st one nothing was said, they just held my hand and walked. Grateful anyway, stupid as it likely sounds.