Phone Problems

Date: 6/3/2018

Im in an auditorium. I sit down, aware that some students are somewhere behind me. I reach for my phone as I walk toward the front of the auditorium, and it crumbles in my hands, like dust. There is no way that it will ever work again. I grab a phone from my back pocket. It’s also broken. It’s my phone, the first one was the old one my son plays with. The second phone is not as bad as the first, but it is folded on half. Strangely it is a golden pink color (my real phone is just gold). I’m upset, but it’s not obvious to the onlooker. I’m wondering how I will be able to contact people. HL comes up to me, tentatively. “I don’t need the phone to communicate with you.” He and I walk into a room at the left side of the auditorium. He seems taller and older than when I saw him last. We puts his arms around my waist and draws me closer to him. He puts his hands on my face, tenderly, and kisses me. He looks to the door that see if anyone is coming. I ask if he’s sure about this. I’m worried someone will walk in on us. We are going to make love in this room. “Yes, I’m sure.”