Me: A dream, a memory...

I had a dream about JL not too long ago. As all good dreams do, they fade as soon as you awake. But I recall visiting an apartment/flat like structure with Mama Popovic. And for whatever reason, I think we were in an African nation because the ground outside was dirt with tan rocks everywhere. You'd half expect a tumbleweed to have rolled by. I was walking behind Mama Popovic who was carrying something to give to JL. We came upon the structure and I recall feeling the need to recoil. But for some strange reason, I went after Mama Popovic, through the torn screen door without much hesitation. Inside, sitting in front of a television with a small African child was a tanned or oily faced (or maybe it was sweat) JL, with goatee; the chin portion of the goatee was longer, with streaks of grey. His hair was short and he wore his wire glasses. He had a devilish smile but the two of us didn't make eye contact. He took whatever Mama Popovic gave him (which she did so in her characteristic way) and she began chatting about other things, as if ignoring the weird social silence between her two friends. I distinctly remember thinking, "he smiled" and feeling relieved and smarmy. No words passed between the two of us...that seems to be a theme of these dreams that contain JL. Maybe it suggests all the things that were (and are) being unsaid. Lol, I always laughed at "dream interpretation" because I'm not sure what it means and I didn't put much stock into it. But I don't recall having this many dreams about anyone in my past, nor do I recall them being so profound that I would wake up and think about them the next day. I used to dream like this, when I was younger. I thought that all of this had just disappeared as a function of aging...this relationship may have changed me more than I realized...