>>182700
I was walking along an overpass above a lake that halfway along merged into a stone bridge that had an awning off the edge of the bridge and over the water that was either unfinished or falling apart, and towards the end of the bridge she was sitting over the edge with her legs hanging over the water flipping through a pamphlet or booklet of some kind and laughing. It took me a moment to realize it was her and once I did I thought about posting here about it, which is when I realized I was dreaming, so I looked off at her then over the bridge and towards the city line as I woke up