Heaven is a Condo Development

This is an aoutline for a "story" I'd like to write recounting a dream I had last night.

A Dream about Cindy (in Color)

"We" are living in a condo of some sort.

I can't remember anything, it seems.

It feels like I've been asleep for a few years.

Don't know any of these people, many older folks, Cindy and her Friends.  No kids, at least not our kids.

Weird daily routines of gathering and socializing.  Costumes, walking on the greens.

At some point I realize that I don't belong here.  As much as I am desperate to see Cindy I don't belong here and can't stay.

These people are all not in my world, they have died, and this is some sort of heaven.

I get to sit with Cindy for a few moments, I am desperate, and she is content, she leaves and I am along with my tortuous pain of loss and sorrow.