That I was telling someone wonderful and understanding about a dream that had transpired only a few dreams before, whatever the time of dreams may be. I think I was talking about the dream’s circularity. ”I think that we can implant things from life from dreams,” I said, “Like we can choose things from life that we can focus on in our dreams. Sort like… well I guess exactly like Inception…” I was embarrassed that the thought that I’d imagined so unique had been portrayed in a mainstream movie, but he was exhilarated. I suppose he’d been thinking something similar, and the birth of that thought from someone else’s mouth was breathtaking to him. As I was trying to explain more, he leaned in and started to kiss me, like he wanted my words to have a direct channel from my body to his. We were students of some sort, and we were sitting around in a group to go somewhere. I was aware that it was strange to be making out in such a place. Then, it was time to go. We all started moving down a spiral staircase. I lost track of him. I also knew that he’d had a girlfriend, and that it was likely that I’d managed to charm him as an idea, but not as a whole human being with whom a future could be carried.
The whole thing was bittersweet to the max.
