I have to add...

Back then I didn't know how she smelled. I knew how she looked and how she sounded. But I still hadn't learned about the sense of smell. That would only arrive with the many intervening years.

Now I would not be able to conceive the dream without smell. She smells intoxicating. It is indescribable. I can say the smell is fleshy and alive, but it is also fresh, not dense.

That is also how she smells.
That is how she smelled when I first met her at 9, and how she still smells now she is the middle schooler.

I am hiring Stasi agents of the kind who were assigned to collect the smells of citizens, for any potential need for a dog-led pursuit. Because I want to collect her scent, and bottle it and drug me insane with it.

I didn't know that when I first dreamed of her. But she made sure now that I learned it and don't forget it.