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Talking to Patrick at OLA, flirting a little maybe, ordinary conversation.
Sitting with a girl friend at a round umbrella table outside. Crowded. Explaining to her that I couls re-enter dreams through vicarious . . . something . . . the man next to me stood up and I was either living through the memory of something in his shopping bag, or using the shopping bag's experiences as a jumping-off point - somehow this man's motion and the things he carried enabled me to jump back into deeper dreaming, and I chose to be back with Patrick, and I knew it was a dream, and I knew it would end, and I chose to kiss him hard.