A couple of days ago she came to to my dreams. We met and she came with me, we went through some hills through desolate, empty but newly built industrial complexes. They were shiny, new, cold and void of people. It was just her and me. Once we arrived, she wouldn’t go into anything intimate, it was a conversation where we didn’t even touch the surface, and I was terribly disappointed and unhappy, but kept on playing my part. I kept lying in the bed, and she, talking to me, was sitting on the edge. It was good to meet her in my dream, but it was hard to see us being so cold.