Parallel Universe

While watching the bit torrent files of the TV program called Six Feet Under I was introduced to some very interesting concepts about death and the prospect of parallel universes existing for us while we chug along in this one.
I had a dream of late that really made me think on this. In my dream I was living in an apartment with a woman who had a profound impact on my life. Marie-Josee is/was her name. She is no longer with us, in reality. In my dream she was with me in our apartment. I was working at something and she was still in bed. She was talking to herself in her sleep. She spoke French in her sleep as French was her first language, Marie-Josee. In my own dream, I listened to her mumble to herself while she dreamt in bed. She then woke up, got out of bed, and walked to our apartment washroom, still mumbling to herself in French, but now half awake to go take a pee. MJ had one endearing little pimple on her left shoulder. I noticed it just before she closed the door to the washroom behind her, in my dream. Then I woke up. Here.
Parallel Universe.