Loose Laces

I've felt poorly most of today. I'll be up and runnin' come the morn.

I dreamed last night, a night filled with restlessness. This is how I recall my dream.

On an island beach that stretches from horizon to horizon, two people walking alone approach each other. Both have their eyes toward the sand and surf at their feet until just before meeting. Looking up, the man smiles to the woman and the woman returns in kind. They pass, with barely their shoulders touching, and continue each on their on paths for a few paces. Both stop and turn face-to-face for a moment, and again approach each other. With not a word, the heretofore strangers join hands and walk toward the rising moon.

Any latter day Joseph want to take a stab at this one?