So, I had a weird dream. I wasn't going to write about it but I decided to now.  It was another resort dream, only a bunch of us were all young, or sort of our age but younger feeling.  Like we were all working there in hospitality or entertainment "we" indicating here a blank faced mob of peers and friends.  We partied in an open air bar at night with people we thought of as "them" like there's "us" the help and "them" the patrons or guests.  One night, during the usual whirlwind of activity, you showed up.  If you're still reading this, you know who you are.  You probably quit months ago.  Anyway, there you were, under the bar lights. Wearing clothes that didn't look like you picked them out.  Wrong fitting baggy jeans, weird shirt, sideways baseball hat.  All the tags were attached, stickers on the jeans still.  But the clothes looked worn and grimy, sort of saggy and frayed, in need of a good washing.  You hadn't shaved in a while. Your skin looked waxy and pale, and you were covered with a sheen of sweat.  I felt concerned and ran up to you.  I took one of your hands in mine, immediately wrapping you in a hug.  In my dream, I murmured "I love you."  I needed to edit this and stress that this all happened in a moment.  In that moment, it felt exactly right, unhesitant.  I miss the feel of you, and it was bittersweet.  Then I woke up.

I'm going to close this page before I decide to delete this.