I dreamt of him again. But this time my tears didn't start after I woke up. I was already crying in it.

I dreamt that there was an earthquake and everyone had to get to the underground bomb shelter.
The bomb shelter was a massive theatre, kinda like a concert hall, but huge. I felt like I've dreamt of this place before.
We ran and ran and made it to the shelter.
After some time, some of us left to see what the situation was like.
Everything looked normal. No rubble or destruction. I remember seeing a huge swimming pool. Then the earthquake started again.
We ran, headed back to the shelter but I lost Dave.
I got back safe. The doors were shut.
I was distraught. I couldn't see Dave. Couldn't find him. Searched through the theatre but no him.
I panicked and the loss was sinking in.
Then the doors opened, and a group of people came in, all of them dressed in tuxedos.
I looked and waited, still no Dave. Grief creeped in slowly.
Until I saw him, one of the last to appear. He was also in a tuxedo.
I cried, laid down and put my arm over my eyes. I cried from relief, from knowing he was back, alive, safe and even better than before.