I don’t remember much, but it was fairly early in the morning. We were at a play, at a school auditorium, which had been an evening gala. Piles of clothes lined up around the dressing and rest rooms. Several friends were playing roles, on a whim. It was sort of like live auditions, in front of a live audience. Several people were drunk from an evening of partying.
I was heading out, and navigating stacks if clothes with a 2-wheel hand truck, through the door, through what I thought was a restroom. Fun jibes with a guy on the way out. I was pooped. Then… I was outside.
And as I walked away, I saw her. She had been inside, in a red dress, with frills. Here, jeans, a white and baby blue striped shirt, and the best curls I’ve ever seen. We’d talked inside, but not much. Time jumped. because she had been in line to go on stage when I left.
Someone was trying to pick a verbal fight with her, so I walked with her, put my arm across her back, and told her to just ignore them.
She was tall, had a kind, pretty, uncertain face. Light brown, dark tan.. but with freckles. I REALLY loved her hair. All 1″ curls, even on top.
Slight Spanish accent, but mostly neutral US. We chatted, and were both kind of swooning. “Would you really be interested in dating a mean girl?” “Maybe.”
Some quips and we found the we lived close, and would try to have no expectations, but were both besmitten. We were late 20s, healthy, I was lean, and we were excited.
After waking, I still have the feeling. I miss her, and she’s an imaginary amalgamation of a comedian, my spouse, and others.
The dream before had something to do with international calls, and trying to solve something.