i say it is. she gets up and we wander around the tents. i'm passed by a group of old friends from back home, who have a table and invite me to sit. in the dream i can feel my head burning. what to do? i beg off, say i'll be back in half an hour. she and i keep walking. we sit in the shade by a pond and talk. i very stumblingly say what i've always to say: that i'm sorry i never kept in touch, that i'm sorry i never reached out on social media, figuring the distance (in many senses) was too great, wondering, anyway, if she'd even remember me? and she looked me in the eyes and laughed and said, of course she remembered me. of course.