dont recall where this dream started out... but my memory of it comes in with me walking down the street toward François' house. He came out and met me with a kiss. We were talking about I don't remember what and went inside (which didn't actually look like it really does). His parents were there and his dad was cooking something (I think?). I don't remember anything of any of the talking or conversations. I kow in the dream I was feeling a little reserved... perhaps shy, since it had been so long. He kissed me once more before the dream changed again.