This was like a voice from the dead...
Backgroung: My Godmother's husband died about a year ago (he was very young - about 35) and it was very sad for awhile because this is my first cousin's husband (we were very close).
Everything, of course, is blurry in the dream. I keep walking, but in slow motion, and I just get a glimpse of people walking by, really fast. All of a sudden, Greg (my Godmother's husband) gets out of a metallic blue car with aviator sunglasses. He is ascending towards me, and brings forth his hand for me to shake it, which I do.
I don't want to sound like a cliche, but it was really something like you see in a movie where everything is going really fast, and the only important thing is you and what is in front of you. Everything stops when you see something and this is the only thing that matters.
This dream really got to me though, MOSTLY because it REALLY REALLY felt REALLY REAL. But, then when I woke up, I was like "woah".