I dreamed that I was at a school, searching for him. I saw his teachers and classmates and didn't believe he was gone. The school was consumed by the wasteland and everything got all Mad Max-y. I led a group of raiders to a bomb shelter. In the atrium I saw a stack of photographs. I descended into the bomb shelter and liberated the inhabitants. He beamed and ran to hug me. He was shorter than me and had longer hair than normal. I said, "You look younger." And he said, "You look older!" Then I woke up and remembered he was still dead.