The one that got away.

Dream I had last night: It was during the dog days of summer, and I was at a retreat with some college friends. I was in a lush surrounding with a lake, pine trees, and a warm summer breeze. Among the flurry of activity all around I spotted a beautiful woman and simultaneously she spotted me. In my dream, this was important because it symbolized a perfectly symmetrical feeling returned.

Through the course of the retreat, we fell madly in love. Remember, this is a dreamscape where all things are possible. Of course, as in the real world, everything eventually comes to an end, and we had to part. I remember a deep aching sensation from the core of my being.

Then time flies by and I'm suddenly 70 years old. I'm in this same spot, remembering the one that got away. Suddenly, there she was. She had aged like me, but we were still completely in love. I didn't let her get away this time. I remember being struck with the dilemma of age and physical beauty, and how I very much didn't care.