After My Roommate Died, A Man Climbed into My Bed
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For a week straight, my roommate dreamed of having passionate encounters with a mysterious man. We joked that her destined soulmate was on his way. The next day, she died. That night, I dreamed of a man climbing into my bed. 1 On a weekend morning, Rachel, my roommate, teasingly asked Emma, our other roommate, "You were up to no good again last night, weren't you? I heard you moaning all night long." Emma's face turned bright red, and she lowered her head, stammering. "Well... it was just a dream. I can't control that, you know." Then she looked up and whispered to us, "To be…