I woke up around 5 AM this morning and couldn’t get back to sleep. My thoughts wandered to the day ahead, knowing that it marks the one-year anniversary of Allan’s homegoing.  I rolled over and tried to make myself return to sleep and in the hour or so I had remaining before my alarm went off I dreamed of my husband. Since his exit from this world, I’ve only had a handful of dreams about him, most of which I didn’t remember after waking. But this morning the dream was very real and when I woke up in tears I was able to remember most of the dream.  I’ll recount part of it here, but only those who know and understand the culture of Teen…