(01/24/81) I am at one end of a long hall, or long room. The place doesn't look familiar, but in this dream, I have just come home. This room, or hall, is dimly lit. I hear a noise at the other end of the room/ hall and I call out, "Is that you, Mary?" And as I'm talking, I see her, but not her face. I see, at the other end of the room/ hall an indistinct figure. I know it is Mary. There is something that appears to be a bandage around her head or on her face. I ask her if she's all right. She replies, "Yes," I a plaintive voice. I don't think I call her by name when I see her at the other end of the room/ hall. I think I greet her with, "Is that you, Doll (or Honey)?" When Mary was alive, I often called her "Honey" and "Doll."