Holding Hands

A close friend's son died recently. Very sad. I called him today and told him how sorry I was. Then I told him how he, my friend, had come to me in a dream last night. Like I was sitting on an upright wooden bench. Maybe in a train. I think he came through a door as if he was just getting on that train - if it was a train. He was dressed seriously, as if ready to go to a funeral, dark suit, maybe a tied. He didn't say anything nor did I. He just sat next to me. I wanted to say something but I didn't know what to say - just like in real life. So I held his hand and we just sat there holding hands. An unusual dream. He of course was touched. Then we talked for an hour as I walked back and forth as I do one phone calls.