Brains!

So if you dont want to read a sappy lovey dovey thing, dont read this-fair warning:
I always get what I least expect in dreams. This one the morning of September 12, 2005 was particularly nice. I was at home, walking around the Marina Del Rey parking lots. The parking lot was lit by the street lamps and it seemed to be misting like Humboldt might, so the light came down in sprinkling shafts to the wet pavement. And as dreams do I was suddenly inside a huge dome, much like a barn that had been built over the parking lot. Hundreds, no thousands of people were waiting in line for something. There were fake flowers all over the walls. I decided to leave, not being much of a person for weddings at this time in my life.
So I turned walking opposite the direction of the line. And I saw you. But it was as if I had seen you everyday for the past three weeks, and I walked up to you and simply asked, “What are you waiting in line for?” You replied, “I’m waiting to kiss the bride.” As if everyone in the world waited in endless lines to kiss the bride. I said, “Oh boy, well in that case I’m getting out of here.” I turned and kept walking.
Somewhere in the depths of my mind I saw you step out of line, you were wearing a brown 1970’s prom suit and your hair was longer then I remembered last. I realized I had never seen you with hair that length before, and that I had not seen you in three weeks. And I turned 180 degrees in a 180’Th of a second and ran back over to where you were. How could I just walk up to you and be so oblivious to it, I felt like I was in shock. However I couldn’t find you because you had already left. But then I saw you, sitting on a bench. It was dim, like candle light. Your face was in your hands and a bouquet of flowers upside down at your feet. I knelt beside you and pushed your hands away and quickly pulled your lips to mine. We kissed intensely, and I pulled you over on to the floor on top of me, never letting go of you for a moment. You held me close to you so that I could hardly move. It was like in Chocolat when the mother thinks her daughter is aboard the flaming gypsy boat. She literally tackles the little girl to river bank and squeezes her so hard it hurts, but nothing else matters, not even the mud they are in. It felt the same for us. We were both alive; we had both not seen each other in ages. So in this moment of meeting again, there was neither time nor space it was just us, as cliché as that might sound.
We lay like that kissing each other and holding each other not caring about all the people still waiting in line to kiss the bride. Callan randomly came over dressed in a Santa outfit. She brought us caramel fudge, we thanked her, and I pulled the covers up over us and I wouldn’t let anyone in. We looked at each other laughing and eating caramel fudge and I wouldn’t let anyone in.