On toward evening, after a pleasant day of minor shenanigins (most of which are beyond my memory now - you nkow how that is with dreams), as we were walking down the street I turned to him and said, "Tom? I miss you.... I wish you weren't dead!" And then the following conversation ensued:
Me: "When I get home, how am I going to explain to them that I spent the day with Tom?"
He: "No need for that. Just tell them you were with Felix."
Me: "Oh, right. Then they'll say, 'Who's Felix?' And I'll tell them, 'Felix is Tom.' And THAT will clear everything up."
We laugh and proceed on to our next bizarre mini-adventure.