I dreamed about W again. He and I and trouble4hire were all at a gym. I was supposed to take a bosu class but I missed it - the gym we were at was the wrong one. Then we were at a reception. I was wearing a fancy kimono. There were long pieces of wood, like double-pointed knitting needles, holding it together in the back - occaisionally one would fall out. There were people there we didn't trust. We got on a train.
In the dream I knew (at least a little bit) that W wasn't in my life anymore. I stayed in it as long as I could to be with him.