I Dined With Him Last Night I dined with him last night. In my dream. I dreamed of myself for some reason unknown wandering around Europe alone, maybe in Russia, where we met in the first place. At night, I chose to enter one small, dim-light restaurant of Russian cuisine. I sat at one dark corner, wondering what I shall eat, unexpectedly seeing him coming in. We all burst out one joyful high-pitch scream. We chatted and laughed and chatted and laughed, and then I came up that I shall go back to my dorm to pick up something I can't remember. He voluntarily rode his motorcycle for me, which is quite odd for even in my dream I knew he was not able of riding anything. I sat on the back chair, putting hands on his shoulders. With eyes sparkling at dark street, he continuously turned back to talk to me so the pace was so slow as it never ended. Finally we arrived in my dorm, I brought up that our meals were not yet served, we shall go back quickly in order to not disappoint the chef. He gladly agreed, and rode back to the path we just got through. After I woke up, I tried to compare every details in my dream with in reality. Did we ever do that? Is there any opportunity that would happen? I confuse with my blurred mind.