Dearest Sybil,
Last night I dreamt I was with Ava and Steven.
Discussing profundity or art or love or something.
I needed to go to church. They were serving vegan food and planting a garden.
I hugged them all good bye. I told Ava she was amazing and I always loved talking to her. I told Tim I hoped to see him soon or when he came back. I don't know if I said anything to Steven. I also don't remember if I said anything to Alex. Maybe it was false kindness, maybe it was something hateful. And then Michael was there. I was moved by his appearance. I said, "I'm still grateful for all that we had" or something like that. Then I realized what I said. And started laughing out of a mildly calculated embarrassment. Then I left. I was between two buildings of the church. There was a large empty field in between. I went into the unused building. Searching for a restroom and hoping it wasn't closed. Steven may have pointed me in the right direction. The building should have been empty but many people were rushing around inside. I found an unlocked restroom; it was under construction. Women, some pregnant, some with babies, were talking and washing up inside. They just finished some sort of aerobics class.
Love,
Molly
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