It is probably known that I consider HN as my first girlfriend, even if I never kissed her, and never told her that I loved her (but she knew it because of quantities of actions I had and writings I sent to her). In this dream, so many years after, I was recognizing her because of her feet, shoes, legs, hair, face. And finally I was able to kiss her, lying on her, press her body against mine. It was a full sensation of something that I have been waiting for weeks, months and maybe years (and that reasonably the conscious part of my soul is not waiting anymore).