Missing tooth and losing a great friend

This is not a dream about the wedding but one I feel I should mention. One of the nights we were in the Amazon Jungle we camped and slept in a hammock under a mossie net. Not the most comfortable experience. I drifted in and out of sleep. I felt my left incisor and it was really wobbly. I couldn´t leave it alone so I wiggled it and it came out. The root on it was massive and I could taste the blood in my mouth. I woke up with a start and felt a feeling of dread. Dreaming of losing teeth is synonymous with death. I thought maybe it was my Grandma but when we got back into Iquitos I found out that my good friend Amy had been killed in a climbing accident on Ben Nevis. The email had been sent to me the same night I had the dream. I will miss Amy terribly she was such a lovely person so full of energy. I can´t stop crying and thinking about the enormous burden of guilt Patrick must be shouldering. Her death puts things into perspective we should all sieze the day as you never know when your time is up. God bless you Amy xxxxx