That's weird - i also dreamt about T today (one from a few years back, the one i cared a lot for like a really cool aunt)... we were at the end of a walkway and sat and talked. Other people who needed phisical help took the continual road above us, and others who were done took the path that lead to the parking lot. Then another man came to us at the end of the path and T was telling him how T's cannot be friends with people after therapy ends. I left them to their talk, knowing my relationship was somehow different because i was the one who ended therapy with her asking if i could instead adopt her as my aunt or something because she is more family to me than my family. I went down the path to where the parking lot was.