We were at some type of event, a concert for Jack I believe. Laura was there and afterwards the 3 of us went back to our room. John and I were laying on the bed, John had a flannel jacket lined with fuzzy sheep’s wool laying over his chest/arms because he was chilled.
Laura was kneeling at the foot of the bed resting her arms and head up on it and we were all talking. After a bit Laura said it was time for her to leave and she got up and put on her coat. She got up on the bed and laid on top of John and said something to him and then she told him she would write him a letter.
John responded with “you can write the letter but I will never read it” and he got up. Laura got up, picked up John’s jacket and said something like “I will be taking this” and she left.
End of Dream.