I had a dream some years that was so vivid it was etched into my memory. My friend John (trigger) committed suicide about 2 years ago by standing in front of a train. After that I had either no sleep or such horriffic nightmares that I threw up in disgust and terror. In one dream I was in a car during the winter, and John was in there, alive and well, but he was holding a cake. Somehow this cake was keeping him alive. He was sitting in the back seat, and there were two older gentlemen sitting on either side of him in real businessman-type suites, tuxedos, almost. The end of the dream is rather soggy but I can remember some other things. The car slid on a patch of ice, John dropped the cake and died. I have no idea what happened after that, as I woke up just weeping. I don't know what exactly it meant, so could someone please help interpret it?