I slept badly last night. At the end of the night I dreamed that I met up with a friend I grew up with and his wife. We had a nice time together and then we arranged to meet up the next day. The plan was that his wife was to pick me up from my flat, but I told them I would meet them in town. There was some uncertainty over whether my friend would still be in Germany.
When I woke up I remembered that my friend was dead. I don't think that the dream was some latent desire for his wife. It could of been that I was not a good friend to him in the last years of his life.