how do you know my language?

Forgetting everything else (something about a film marathon and gay rights and the Moscow olympics) about the dream... here's the important bit:

I'm in a classroom, and class is getting out. We are milling about, some of us are talking to the professor.

Suddenly, iamsab bear hugs me from behind - all 90 pounds of her.

She's wearing a charcoal and black dress with silver piping and little tiny faux pearl beads sewn in.

I hug her tightly. She is smiling broadly. I look into her eyes, bursting with life. I can feel the warmth of her body, her hip bone and ribs and arms against me. I can feel her breath, her life.

But I know she is gone, and has been gone for a long time.

I hold on to her for a long time, but she tells me: "I have to go."

I say "I know."

Then I'm awake.