I dreamt of Lucien last night. She was still alive, still walking around on my hand like she used to. But she sat exceptionally still, pausing very often, right in the middle of my palm. I knew that her end was near, but not yet. I tried to take pictures of her, but my camera batteries were all flat. I was trying to charge them on the spot, but somehow, fumbling around, it didn't seem to happen.
I put her on my bed and she just sat there patiently. For some strange reason, I turned around and was out in the street, talking to my friends. It looked like we were about a street away from where I left Lucien. Suddenly, some bright objects rained down all around us and exploded into flames. One landed right where I came from. I rushed back immediately by bounding over walls (I can sometimes fly in dreams) and swooped down where everything was in flames. I don't know how but I had some sort of rug in my hand and whirled over everything like a little hurricane and put out the flames.
I tried to find her but she completely vanished. I was still looking for her when the dream ended. I woke up feeling a little sad.
Maybe I am still wishing that we got to say goodbye.