Dream Theatre 46

It was a cool Autumn night. I was walking along a sidewalk at some kind of festival or event, dressed fairly nicely, as was everyone here. People bustled by each other on the sidewalk. 2 people passed me going the opposite direction and I stopped in my tracks, thinking “Was that her?” I can’t remember exactly how, but both her face and mine were kind of obscured. Was it a masked event? Maybe just like hat, scarf, glasses, or something? As I wondered if it had been her, I heard her voice, “Heath?” I turned around and we both took off whatever was obscuring our faces. Her partner continued onward. I wondered if it was just a friend or a romantic partner. She was in a beautiful dress. Her hair had grown quite long and was curled. She ran to me and we embraced, that perfect embrace where you fit like puzzle pieces and yet can’t squeeze tight enough. We said so much without saying a thing. We exchanged a few words though I can’t remember what they were. They were warm and comforting and laced with inadequacy, bursting with so much more they wanted to say. She had to go but expressed that she was going to write me the “greatest, longest, most wonderful email,” or something like that. I didn’t want her to go. I thought to myself “No, don’t do that. Not an email. Just talk to me. No written text,” but we only had a moment. She had to go. Then I woke up.