Dream Journal
I was at a high school hockey game with Michael who sat on my right. My right leg was pressed against him and I linked my arm in his. The arena was huge and packed with people; we waited for the game to start.
My parents stood on the floor down below, 20 yards apart from each other. They both faced left toward an exit and were completely emotionless.
Michael recognized my mother immediately even though she was in her late 20s. I pointed my father out to Michael because he, too, was in his late 20s and I knew Michael would not recognize him.
I leaned closer to Michael because the crowd was loud and energetic. He turned his head toward me at the same time and we kissed very sweetly. I looked up to see my mother looking right at me. I smiled and put my head on his shoulder.