Not many dreams stick out in my mind, or disturb me that much – but this one did.
Preliminary real life* – I lost a great friend a few years back (maybe 8?), to cancer.
Dream – I was working for a hitman. I was called into his office, to deal with somebody. The person was concealed in a cupboard, underneath cushions, duvets and loads of boxes. All the stuff was pulled out and a person could be seen underneath, they had a blue stocking over their head (like a bank robber) and was eventually pulled out of the cupboard. It was at this point that I realised who it was (see *real life), and I had to run out of the room, for fear of being recognised…… and then I woke up.