I dreamt there was a parallel city within the real city, a blur of hidden tunnels and connecting dim rooms, where all the people I have loved and lost touch with seemed to be living. They were happy, all going about their business, and seemed very surprised that I had not come to see them before.
And I met my elder brother there, who died before I was born, and who I have never previously met in dreams. His face, which I have never seen, looked completely familiar, as if I had seen it a billion times - and we knew each other as if we had known each other all our lives. He knew all about everything in my life, and was practical, sympathetic and funny. He hugged me, and told me to come back and see him soon. I woke up, and found myself missing someone I have never met: most strange.