A friend's dream of us, my sweetheart...

Here's what my friend emailed, my darling - a dream she had in which you came to us, to me, and we were together:

"...You and I had rooms in a hotel - a cheapish two-level off the freeway type of way station with a small pool. It felt like a way station in life. Summer was alive, she came down "from where she was" to visit you, you hung out together, I only saw you guys before you went to bed and when she was packing to leave again the next morning. She and I shook hands again, you guys had a last quick tumble in the few moments before she left and you were quite euphoric afterwards, smiling, full of life, hugging strangers, rolling around on the ground. You felt grounded and safe and calm again. There was more to the dream that had to do with me and the pool - but that was the part about you and Summer..."