A dream

I had a vivid dream recently. A dream of a brief meeting between two people.

In this dream I could not speak.
I was completely mute. No matter how I tried, a sound could not escape my mouth.
Instead of sound I used sign language - as we all know, anything is possible in dreams.

As I wondered the streets of London, full of noise and movement, I stumbled into a man. 
He, like me, was completely mute.
We tried for a while to communicate, but it became apparent to me that we were using different sign language... 
He was Asian, I was British. 
As a way of conversing we used papers and pen - drawing what was in our heads and writing words in English neither of us could vocalise.

I wondered with this man for what must have been the entire day - and it really felt like a day, despite dream-time being so unlike ordinary clock-time. 
The papers of scribbles and text mounted and I knew that he, just like me, had not shared any of this with anyone before. 
As dusk came, and the sky was tainted pink on blue, we said our goodbyes.
We knew we would never see each other again. We didn't write a number or address on paper. We just parted.

The dream took me to one of Neruda's poems:

"I love the sailors
Who kiss and go."

Is this my dream...Or is it my desire?