I don't think I'm ever going to forget my dream that I was at his house. It was like some kind of museum there with a bed and breakfast motel, and Deborah was running it. I was in his basement for some reason, although theres no mention of a basement in any of the information I have read about it and no pictures of one. Also, from what I have read the house is up for sale, and Debby hasn't lived there since his death. I don't know how to interpret this strange dream.