full of moxie and viscosity

Another dream, this one very bittersweet.
I haven't heard from Mark in months. It just so happens he went on tour with ol' what's his face, and ever since then, he refuses to call me back or return my emails. I was really upset for about a month and then I realized I don't have a choice, so I kind of let it go. Anyway, last night, here was my dream:

My family is visiting New York. We're staying with family friends but Justin is there and so is Mark and some other jazz people. We hang out for a long time but as we're leaving I tell my mom I need to talk to Mark before we go. I asked him why he hasn't called me back and he said that it was because I started out as an 8 in intelligence and once I got up to an 11 or a 12, then he knew he had to stop because we'd always fight and never really come to any kind of conclusion about anything. He said he was mad that we never "completed a date" and that he stopped calling because it was just easier. I look at his face, really carefully, and see that I care about him so much and I never really let myself see that before. I kiss him. I ask for my subscription back, if I could please, please have my Mark subscription back. He kisses me back and says of course. Then I leave.