Bad dream about armillary

I woke up half an hour before the alarm clock this morning because of a bad dream that made me cry in my sleep. I dreamt that armillary died (killed by a lion in Visby no less) and I cried and cried - and then I had to sort through his things and found stuff he had intended for me and I cried even more. Then I woke up and had to think to realize that this had not happened. I still feel a little shocked and sad though.
I think my subconscious isn't as at ease with him moving to the UK as my conscious is.

Coat update

I made the pattern for the skirts of the 1730-1750 riding coat tonight. I also cut the bodice and skirts and lining for the bodice (fairly stiff off-white worsted). Now I need to find some nice taffeta for lining the sleeves (not yet patterned) and skirts. And sew it. The party is next saturday and I begin to feel a little stressed about it.