I just woke from a dream C was in. Trying not to lose it before I write it down. It was a beach / cabana bar or restaurant. Vacationy. C was there and we saw each other. It was awkward and nice to see her. We talked a few minutes and then I had to go check in with Hoyt who apparently owned the place. We were in the back, and I asked if there was a bar and what they served. He didn't seem to understand, and I realized he just got the place and didn't know anything. I got a gin and tonic and faced the hubbub toward the front. It was a pretty day, and you could see the water through the crowd and the angle of the sun off a windshield added to the summertime effect. I could see C from back there. She seemed to be waiting for someone. She seemed to be as conscious of my presence as I was of hers though I couldn't be sure of that. I wanted to spend more time with her, but I knew it would not happen. Not in a disappointed way but in that familiar way, when you know someone well. Or maybe not them but their ways. That leaving that she does. And replayed the refrain where she tells me this is about my mother and I don't tell her that she's the only one I've felt this way about and I'd wager good money others have felt this from her before, too.
I came back to the front, and she rose saying she was heading home. She said a little more, but there was background noise and I couldn't hear her, so I smiled and nodded and said, "Ok."
It's fading now but as I try to see it, I find there are remnants that don't match in the shatter of memory. It gives me the impression there are other, unremembered dreams.
