[ WP ] You possess the ability of persistent lucid dreaming . Accompanied by a strange man/woman , together you build a world you revisit every night . One day you see them at a coffee shop . You immediately recognize each other .

You know that moment when you're lying awake at night, wondering if The Matrix was just the machines trolling us and this is all a simulation, plot holes and all. 
 
 Sitting across from her I had one of those moments. 
 
 Not one of our dreams. Our dreams had more lasers and robots and sometimes a t-rex. 
 
 But still not real. 
 
 `` You look like you do in the dream'' 
 
 `` Did you expect me not to?'' 
 
 `` I did n't think you were real'' 
 
 I did n't think she was real either, but I felt like I should n't say that. One of those double standard things. 
 
 `` So what now?'' 
 
 Good question. What do you do? The right answer was probably go our separate ways. 9/10 people who've fucked with a good thing say you should n't fuck with a good thing. 
 
 But of course we had to push it. What we had could be called paradise, and it's human nature to ruin paradise. That's the sound of inevitability Mr. Anderson. 
 
 We found a motel, the pay by the hour type, and lay down on the bed. I do n't really know why, probably fragments of a couple of movies smushed together, physical closeness being the next step up from a connection across space and time. 
 
 She reached out and grabbed my hand, we closed our eyes and went on to whatever came next.
