Touch in a dream
[Aleksander]: Good ni...
[Emma]: Oh, a robber...
[Aleksander]: I wouldn't exactly call someone picking a glass of milk off the ground a robber.
[Aleksander]: Hrmpf.
[Emma]: I sweh- eaar, ghah!
[Aleksander]: I'll put it on the table, you hear me?
[Emma]: Thank you.
[Aleksander]: Heheh...
[Aleksander]: Sorry for waking you up.
[Aleksander]: Goodnight.
[Emma]: I dreamt I was touching your hair.
[Aleksander]: How was it?
[Aleksander]: Oh... The thing is...
[Aleksander]: I don't let just anyone touch my hair...
[Emma]: I forgot...
[Emma]: Well...
[Aleksander]: Are you dreaming?
[Aleksander]: Am I boring you?
[Emma]: No, no.
[Emma]: No.
[Emma]: In my dreams, I focus on hearing things...
[Emma]: I don't know what dreaming is like for others, but...
[Emma]: I touch things, too...
[Emma]: Everything was so bright...
[Emma]: I think the room's light was on.
[Aleksander]: I thought you'd forgotten?
[Emma]: Alright, well... it came back to me!
[Emma]: I was sitting...
[Emma]: There was a breeze...
[Emma]: ...in a car...
[Emma]: The window was open.
[Emma]: You were the one driving.
[Emma]: Even without that burning smell...
[Emma]: Because I was touching your hair.
[Emma]: Yes, Yes...
[Aleksander]: Ah, that's good.
[Aleksander]: Well, time to continue my walk.
[Aleksander]: Good- night.
[Aleksander]: That's interesting.
[Aleksander]: Go on.
[Emma]: I didn't need to see you.
[Emma]: I just knew.
[Emma]: It was just like this in my dream too.
At midnight, Aleksander comes to Emma's house and wakes her up as he picks up a glass of milk from the floor. Emma says he was touching her hair in her dream; Aleksander says he doesn't let anyone touch his hair. Emma describes her dream: in a car, with the wind blowing, he was touching her hair without the smell of burning. As Aleksander leaves to continue his walk, he turns back and gently touches Emma's hand before leaving the room.
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