I had another dream about you last night.
We were in a different city, in what looked like to be an urbanized forest. It was multi-level. There were a lot wooden stairs and bridges that allowed you to move up closer to the treetops. There were lots of young people around, mostly in their 20s. We might have been at a conference or convention of some sort. We were climbing a rope ladder. Even the rungs were rope. You were waiting for me. Only when I got to the same rung, you started to move again. It was easier to climb together because of the tension. We went up, side by side, moving in sync. When we got to the end, you pulled yourself up on the platform. And when it was my turn, I was had a lot of trouble pulling my weight up but you helped me, of course.
We were by a suspended tree house with a large deck that we were sitting around on. We might have been waiting around for something but I don’t know what. There were lots of other people sitting around too, some of which were your friends. You threw an arm around me. It shocked me but it was nice. I never expected you to do something like that, let alone in public. And just a second later, with the same arm, you lowered it down and intertwined our fingers. I squeezed your hand. I accepted it completely.