Last night I dreamt of a boy. We were classmates during university and we’re still acquaintances, five years later. In this dream we somehow arrived at the idea that we wanted one another. Just from holding hands, walking in the snow. I felt this uncomplicated, loving intimacy between us.  But he (in my dream and in real life) is married. And that was the trouble. We just wanted to be together and love each other. But we couldn’t. So we kept on walking, hand in hand.