I woke up in the bedroom of my dad's old house in South Australia. The door was fully open. While I laid there I could hear Laura and her mom talking. Her mom spoke about someone she affectionately called "Junior" who she thought was rather good for Laura and she was happy they had found each other. Sitting up, I could see that her mother was doing the dishes.
I sat on the edge of the bed for a while and just listened, happy that she had moved on and found someone else, yet sad that I too had moved on yet I was still alone. I wish I had as much faith in my own future and I had in hers. I wish she had known that.
As I sat there she finally came into the bedroom to say hello. She was on her way to some event and for it she had colored her hair deep purple and her face deep blue. She was excited and laughing.
I told her I was glad she was doing well and then I woke up.
I don't know what any of this means, if anything at all.