Hello again. Mainly I just want this dream written somewhere so I will not forget it and the warmth it brought me in this hard time...interpretation welcome, but I believe this dream relates directly to the grief I feel over the gravely ill pet I will be "putting to sleep" tomorrow. --- I don't know where this begins, I slept very hard after grieving till the wee hours of the morning. The location of the dream varies a bit. I believe am at some kind of theme park...blue tiled grounds. I see they have some marine mammals. A porpoise, some dolphins...I am with a friend whom I am very, very rarely in contact with. We are walking the main path of the theme park. Later, we separate. I go to wait on a bench for the person coming to find me. I sit down next to an Asian girl and we sit quietly and watch the Sting concert. The magenta/yellow stagelights that are currently on are nice, contrasty. The song Desert Rose (a personal favorite) starts, and I am immediately captivated... I want to sing with it. Say the foreign Arabic syllables with my own voice. "Layli ya layli ya - Hadi muda tweela - Wana nh'awis ana wa'la ghzalti" It's intense to experience this part of the dream. I want to sing. "And in the flames, ye ye yelei, the shadows play in the shape of a man's desire. This desert rose, each of her veils, a secret promise..." Then, my dearest [friend], starring role in the other dreams posted here, arrives. I get up and we embrace like lovers. I remember feeling almost overpowering love and devotion unlike anything. I remember the feeling of touching his right arm (Left side of vision. Familiar, as I once did this IRL.) We can go home(?) now. We are in one of the back bench-seats of a van, being driven home(?). It is about 8pm or later on a summer evening; the sky is a dusky purple color. I am sitting on the right side of the seat, he on the left. There is a thick blanket covering the seat and slightly ruffled between us. [Friend] lays down on his side, with his head nearer to me, and settles down like he may sleep. I reach out and stroke his dark, wavy hair...a calming and affectionate gesture. I vividly remember the feeling of his wavy hair, unusual for my dreams because I rarely experience touch of another human in the dreaming AND waking life. [Friend] moves around, as if to either become more comfortable or to stop me from continuing to stroke his hair. I briefly feel a shadow of doubt. "He doesn't want me touching him..." Though I have the initial doubt, I soon find that my contact is accepted. We reach an apartment, not unlike the one [friend] is living in at this time. I recall a bedroom, and seeing his hair again, the slightly aquiline bridge of his nose, his dark skinned arms...I remember us being very close, affectionate, without being particularly romantic. We fall onto the bed, me behind him, both facing the window to the night outside. I move close and put an arm around him. Everything looks to be a shade of cool blue-green. I remember holding hands. Warmth, contentment, pacification of the grief I have concealed. I feel the realest physical touch of our bodies together, unusual in my dreams. There is an overwhelming feeling I can explain as like someone telling you "It's alright, everything is okay now...Everything is going to be just fine. You're okay." --- That's all I've got now before I pass out at my desk. If I remember details, I may edit this. I note that the song Desert Rose seems to be about dreaming of love, as time runs through my hands...among other possibly connected lyrics...but I'm tired and can't think of it right now.