As I'm getting off a plane, I'm telling a story to the people around me. "According to the lore that exists in my dreams, while you're on an airplane, somebody can only leave a message once. Then they can't leave another message until you get that message."

Somebody asks "you check your messages on the flight?" and I say "no, when I'm flying I sleep and read magazines like everybody else."

Whatever my story was, I don't get to finish it, because of that interruption, and everybody gets off the plane.

Then I'm walking, not in an airport, in a city, in the dark, and this unfamiliar girl is walking beside me, apparently just randomly. She stops briefly for some reason, and I stop too, automatically, as if I'm with her, my mind far away. Then she looks up, and I say "yeah, I just stopped too, without even thinking about it" and we both start laughing hysterically.