I dreamt that I was in a mall or hotel... some place where a workshop was happening. I wasn't taking the workshop, it was something about programming or storage. I had many friends that were into it though, so I had interest in being around it. I saw that an Italian friend of mine was there, ED. He was attending the workshop, but was not going to the first segment. He said, it is on the difference in Arabic programming language, and that he didn't need to learn it. He was in my town for just a couple of days. I asked if I could take him to the coast as soon as his class was out. I said it wouldn't be much, but he could see the sunset and come back and at least see this coast line for his first time. He wanted to, but the session didn't end until 9. I was disappointed. He ran his finger long the back of my hand. He was glad to see me and I him. We had one of those unspoken connections that took no effort. I was going to just have to enjoy the time he had at this moment.
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