I was on a train, I cannot remember the type of train but it was a long ride. A was with me, we were both riding to the same destination, or so I assumed in my dream, I knew we were riding in the same train and going in the same direction. I remember going through fields like the ones you see on British shows, with the sun shinning and the soft wind blowing. I remember A’s face in profile, serious and pensive.
A dystopian world. There were many of us in a big group waiting to be assigned, waiting to be assigned to each other, to be married, or to be a couple as determined by others – who knows who they were? – The one I wanted, the one who wanted me we were not to be. He was to be my friend’s, was she my friend?
His brother was a thief, he was not. I hardly remember him and I was in love with him. Or I thought I was. I remember good sex and a two story building.