I am in Africa with Théun. We are dressed in khaki shorts, with boots and khaki hunting vests. We are walking in a river and he is showing me some aspect of hunting (stalking). As we walk along, we catch various fish with our hands which we then discard and let go. We near a rockpool which is where we are going to fish. The river goes between a rock formation and he wants to show me what is past that. So, we go through and right up to the lip of a waterfall which is there. The water cascades over into a massive plunge pool it is totally beautiful. I am a little nervous about the height but cope OK. As we pull back from the edge, I lift up the riverbed as if looking under a carpet. I can see stars and a beautiful night sky under the “carpet”. I replace the riverbed and we move back to our fishing spot.
Later we are inside a room. In front of us on a table lies a giant human heart which is pulsing. I start to run a grater / mandolin over the surface of the heart. This removes the aged and vitrified muscle so that the heart can function better. Théun looks on and there is a sense of us working on this together.
On the 5th of September a Le Creuset casserole split into two halves in our kitchen, for no apparent reason.
I subsequently found out that he is said to have died on that date.
My Bakula dream followed on the 12th of August.
On the 22nd of October I had another dream in which Théun is old and frail and in which he dies. I provide him comfort at time of death. I was “there” at the end in that dream.