A good one

A variety of dreams. 

One was astride my first motorcycle with a woman and child as passengers and no confidence as a rider. There was a confrontation with a more seasoned group of bikers, but it didn't go as badly as I'd imagined. 

Then there was one with you in it. You'd hurt your elbow. We were in transit in some kind of vehicle. You were leaning on me. And then we were holding each other. There was this silence and that feeling of this feels perfect returned to me. 

You said, I like you and used my name. I said, I like you too and used yours. I knew enough not to say any more. There was no need to.