Last night dreamed I was in a car with the guy I had a crush on for 11 years, it must have been a convertible, it didnt make sense how we could be in a car and still have the sun fully shining on us but it also didnt seem like a convertible. He didnt have the smooth boyish face anymore like he did when he was 20. I looked at him, and at his face and my eyes started pouring out tears because he’s so beautiful and I could see the pain that was in him from the years. He decided to give away an old cooking pot, that looked like one I have, and one that looked like one my parents have but especially my father uses it, appeared and that was going to be his new cooking pot. Then the car goes up around a curve and it is going to late afternoon