It started out different.  A dear internet friend was in this one.  I'm not going to disclose those details, lol..
We were at my job, but it was different. (isn't it always?)
I had several openings for various reasons.  I had to tell the people who weren't going to be staying that they were going elsewhere.  Two of them were just "going to another job site."  
But one, I think her name was Mary, I had to tell her she had died.  My friend was helping me with that too..
Everyone's information was contained in small cardboard boxes.  Mary's was labeled "Deceased".
I'm not sure if we ever found her or not..(stupid alarm clock!)

The night before I had a dream about a man named Richard Mitchell.  Someone had called his name, and he wrote something in a book.  One sentence..I googled the name and came up with a dead author, a grammerian.