It's late at night, and I'm in my living room, but it's unfamiliar, sort of like my parents' living room. I'm folding laundry and placing it on the coffee table, among some other things that are there.

My ex-girlfriend of many years ago Jacki comes in and sits down on the couch. Our relationship is unclear, but it seems strained, and she seems moody. I ask her what she's been up to this evening - and then say "you don't have to tell me, or whatever, I'm not prying, just making conversation."

She tells me she was out with friends or something, and then tells me two things that I said that I didn't say. I start to say that I didn't say those things, but we've been down this road before, there's no point in that. One of the things is especially meta, like I was saying that I didn't say something that I said. It's a morass, so I don't say anything, but I kiss her, and touch her affectionately, but she doesn't really return my affections, so I go to bed.