Meeting my old guitar teacher

Date: 8/5/2016

I saw my old guitar teacher on the street. It took me awhile to get him to recognize me. I tried getting in his field of vision and saying his name, almost like this part of the dream wasn't supposed to happen so it took him a moment to conjure up a response. He told me long time no see and asked if I had been practicing. I told him I had and that I still remembered how to play many of the Jazz songs he taught me (even though I hadn't)