This is an article derived from a dream of mine. On April 1, 2013, the night of my brother's tenth anniversary celebration, I had this dream.
The only clear picture was of me in the dream picking up a wine glass handed to me by a woman. I saw my plain white sleeves with dark silver patterns and a dark blue pattern rolling around the cuffs. I drank the glass of wine and died in front of that woman. The woman clings to a man.
I clearly knew that I was a woman in the dream, and I loved that woman regardless of death.