Dream #1: Return from the dead

Share: Christopher was my husband. He was an environmental researcher, very committed to his profession. After our divorce, Laura became his wife. He died of prostate cancer.

Dream: I'm at Laura's, and Christopher has returned from the dead. At one point he asks me to take a photo: I have to run. He points out a space for me, it's really small, 2.3 meters towards the door. I'm making a comment since over such a short distance, running seems difficult to me, but hey! He places himself behind a suitcase that he has placed, of an old-fashioned size and material (dark, more like a briefcase, wider than tall, perhaps made of wood). There is still a cover on top. I then think that he wants to have the movement of the legs (I saw the photo he took of Laura: a moving photo.) At one point I am on his left, I look at him with emotion, I would like to say something nice to him, to thank him. He got busy with something else and we come back to the photo. I reinstall the suitcase and the blanket. Laura has settled into an armchair, she is knitting, her legs horizontal, she asks me for a blanket because she is cold. There is an orange wool blanket, but the square size is not well suited to fit on his shoulders, I try diagonally, but no. I take another one, this one can be big and heavy on the suitcase. I offer him the other blanket on his legs, it is light yellow. After having roughly placed it, I readjust to do it well. Laura is appeased, but I think: "It's just for a moment. Christopher is not here for long; but it does him good." She tells Christopher that she loves him. Then in the preparation of the photo, I tell myself that perhaps it is the movement of the whole body that he is taking. Will he bring a collection of photos? But can he take them? Or is he going to make an album with comments for all the people who have been in his life? It's like we're both alone; he's standing and I suddenly ask him, excited that I can ask him questions about the afterlife, what is he doing now? He replies that he is involved in sports. I'm a little surprised, it doesn't look like him; he looks a little sheepish, sad and at the same time as if with an affirmation “Well yes!” ". I had the question: “How does he feel there?” but I don't ask it. I notice now as if her lips were painted, made up with a gold, copper color; eyelids the same. It's strange and a little pretentious, because I think of the symbolism of this metallic color. I observe and notice that his lips are different from the ones he had. They are more fleshy and hemmed, it's not the same face! So I doubt it’s Christopher! Is he an imposter? I think I'm talking to him about this.