Dream #2

I dreamed again, about her.

I visited her there, far away.
She lived at a house with some other people and her new boyfriend.
I sat on a garden chair outside in the back and waited for her to come home.
Her friends were sitting in front of me smoking weed.
They passed it to me.
I took two pulls and let out a cloud of smoke.
The smoke hung there in the air white as a cloud reflecting sunlight, thick.
It stayed there.

I looked at a girl who was standing left from me.
She had sweet, brown eyes and appeared to be shy.
The girl walked towards me and waved the smoke away and said: "I hate this."
Then she came home.

I walked over and sat with her on the couch.
A bag of tobacco in front of me and a bag of weed in my pocket.
I asked her: "Did you meet him already while you where with me?"
She smiled and said: "Oh yes."
"I saw him at my previous job and me and my mother both knew he was the one.
He asked my phone number and we would talk on the phone for hours.
One time, we were on the phone so long and it started storming, thunder and lightning like we had never before and the power went off."

I said: "That was me, who you talked to that night."
"No", she said. "I'm sure it was him."