"You can think you're dreaming if you like, it doesn't offend me. I often walk through dreams, so I don't mind. How would you like that? Walk through someone else's nightmares? I'm sure you could be good at it, you've caused enough of them. Lots more than me."
It was never like this, though. In dreams, women are nebulous. They're like smoke and softness and they're only as solid as desire.
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