I am in my twenties in my dream. Funny, despite being 40 now, my dream self is almost always in my early 20s. My family members are like wise 20ish years younger.
I am on some sort of family vacation near light blue waters, a river or an ocean, I don't recall. Buildings near it are alabaster white with white canopies stretching from one building to another.
I am across a young woman. She appears younger to me at first. 18, 19, maybe younger. Her family is also on a similar vacation. We're both restless. I don't recall who approached who, but, while looking for something to do, we find ourselves alone together behind a summer home that looks a lot like the home I grew up in.
She makes a flirtatious move on me. I pull back a bit, asking how old she exactly was. She looks a bit offended that I asked. As if saying she is older than she looks and gets that sort of question a lot. She is pretty, although her face is marked by bad herpes sores around the mouth. Her face is dry and worn to boot. Her eyes have a quality of deepness, convey that the soul in them has emotions, contemplation, and awareness. In a world where many people's eyes are like a thin layer of ice in a lake during winter, her eyes are like peering instantly through the layers and depths of an ocean.
Things don't become a sexual dream, if that is what you are thinking.
I'm not naturally romantically affectionate in real life, but in this dream, my hand holds her cheek, something I would almost never do in real life.
There is an instant tender feeling of understanding and connection. Like two souls who don't need to speak in order to listen to what the other feels or thinks.
And, upon wakening, I feel a sense of lost and regret that I will never see her again.