I'm with a girl at her house, as if we are getting to know one another, in the early part of a relationship. I consider that I couldn't really be in love with a girl so tall, but she seems to be offhandly incrementally undressing as she moves casually around the house. She's down to a thin white shirt covering her black bra, and she's definitely attractive, and working toward intimacy.

As we're talking, the subject of dreams comes up. I tell her about my dream blog (*), and she responds that it's a terrible idea. I explain - no, it's really cool, I've been doing it for several years now, and she should take a look at it. I also explain that I started it because I wanted to be able to look for deja vu, but I haven't seen any yet.

(*) First time I've referred to my dream blog in my dream blog. Or in my dreams.