It wasn't a dream. She had died. They were all in agreement on that, even the grown up children. Everyone except Mal, but by whatever power she had been brought back, and brought to this place, she wouldn't remember her death.
Dom leaned into her, holding his own weight, but pressing himself into her embrace. He pressed his face to her hair, inhaled deeply the scent of her. He turned and kissed her temple, without putting pressure on his jaw.