He said he once had a dream about me; I drove us off a cliff in my little car, into the sea below. He had felt only irritation that we would have to swim back to land, rather than fear he was going to die.
I told him I had once dreamt of him too; of standing on a rusty metal jetty over the sea, seeing him fall off and sink into the green tinted water. I panicked, hoping that somebody else could save him, because I knew I couldn't.
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