Why won't you see her again?
She was a German chick at language camp in Finland. Then I got kicked out of Finland for bullshit reasons.
Anyway, the dream was this: we are traveling together in a train. The train is pink. I recall maybe we were in Germany (visiting relatives?).
Now, I have...not synesthesia, but- and this was more true when I was a kid- some things just have associated colors. Numbers, letters, country. Anyways, we were looking over our map and I mentioned the color thing for countries. I mentioned that Austria (why? she isn't Austrian) was pink for me. She asked why.
Now, why, brain- because I answered that at one point we had been in Austria together and she had mispronounced a dialectal word that was used in Austria but not Germany, and she blushed, and I remembered her cheeks going bright pink. Eugh. It's like something out of a Leave it to Beaver-themed romance novel for tween girls. God. She's the most bloody adorable brown-eyed ginger in existence. I befriended her, but I am also utterly terrified of women (stemming mostly from a pretty traumatizing teacher crush for three years of high school). So I never got around to asking her to canoe out on the lake, because I was too busy wandering around worrying about it to the awesome Belgian guy who introduced me to the wonders of maté and did a sing-along of the Velvet Underground's
Venus in Furs on the bus back from Tampere.
(Yay, attractive German redheads. I suspect she's more normal than either Asuka Langley or Wanda von Dunajew, or I hope so...)