I dreamed about Michael B. He and some other girl and I were on this dock that was about a hundred stories above the water. (it was a covered dock, with 2 to 3 feet of walking space around it, which was where we were) For some reason he was sorrowful, and I don't mean just sad but deeply sorrowful, almost grieving. So I held him, like you'd hold a friend who was worried about someone who might die. There was no sense of finality, though, so it wasn't actual death. I just remember that I held him until he was comforted, and he knew it was platonic and was content with that.