She: Hello?
He: Hi.
She: Who is this?
He: You know…
She: No, I don’t.
He: Gotta guess, then…
She: Ok…you’re Brad Pitt, with a pretty voice, telling me that you are so tired of Angelina you want me to run away with you to Fidji.
He: Hmmm…nope.
She: Dammit...
He: (laughs)
She: Listen… you tell me who you are, or I’m gonna hang up.
He: You asked me to call.
She: I did?
He: ...
She: hmm…I see…
He: Then, we met in a dream…we danced…the beach…your hair…etc…etc…
She: It was not a beach.
He: Of course it was.
She: No. It was a restaurant, or something like that.
He: A beach.
She: Ok then... you know nothing about my dream. Ha!
He: Why don’t you tell me?
She: Hm…There's nothing. You were there. That’s all.
He: C’mon…Tell me.
She: What ?
He: I want to know how you feel about it.
She: By the way, how did you find my phone number?
He: You gave it to me.
She: I did? In a dream? Are you crazy?
He: Not in the dream, bonehead! In the e-mail you sent me from the phone.
She: What? Does it send the number? Gosh, I gotta change the settings.
He: Thank you…
She: No! I mean…now that I know. I mean…Ah! You know what I mean.
He: Yes. You want me to hang up.
She: No!
He: You knew I’d call, right?
She: Are you the “calling-her-tomorrow” kind of guy?
He: Oh…hell yeah! I always call after dreams.
She: Hahaha!
He: It was in the same night, you know?
She: What?
He: The dream.
She: Bullshit! You don’t even sleep when I do.
He: So you don’t know where I’ve been.
She: What you mean?
He: I’m in your time zone, just two countries down.
She: Wow…so close, yet so far…
He: I’m writing it down.
She: What?
He: “So-close-yet-so-far”: for a poem title.
She: Hahahah. For me?
He: Yes. About that hypnotic kiss…
She: What kiss?
He: We kissed.
She: Liar!
He: On the beach. Remember?
She: Not on the beach. It was on that table, in the restaurant’s corner.
He: See? There was a kiss!
She: Hahahah! You're bad!
He: I’m great!
She: Jeez…
He: What about the elevator? That was really great!
She: Elevator? There was no elevator!
He: Oh yes, there was! I…kind of opened your shirt in the elevator…
She: No way! It was at the bedroom’s door.
He: Ha! Bingo!
She: What?
He: I opened your shirt. See? I know.
She: Did I say that?
He: Yes you did! And I remember.
She: Stop! You had no dream at all!
He: Ok…I won’t tell the champagne part.
She: …
He: Wow…gives me goosebumps.
She: ...
He: It was your idea…sorry, it was impossible for me to stop.
She: …
He: Then we went to the shower…champagne mixed to your perfume and hot water…
She: …
He: Hey!... Are you there?
She: Shut up.
He: Sorry! Am I lying?
She: No!…but it's like you know. I told you I had a dream of you, nothing else.
He: I'm telling you: I had the same dream.
She: How come?
He: I don’t know, but it was great!
She: Oh my…
He: Are you okay?
She: I’m blushing.
He: Because I know about “the dream”? Or because I saw you naked?
She: Gosh…both.
He: Can I make you blush again?
She: No!
He: What if I told you I’m arriving tomorrow?
She: Where?
He: At your door, babe.
She: Uh?
He: Well, almost. I’ll be at the airport around noon, and then some driver will take me to some hotel. Can I ask you to meet me somewhere?
She: …
He: Hey!
She: I don’t know…Would you like me to?
He: Absolutely.
She: I’m going to blush for sure.
He: Hahaha. Cute. I want champagne.
She: Shut up…
He: And shower…
She: Stop! Nothing will happen because of a little… shared delusion!
He: Oh, yeah right! We dream the same dream, at the same time, in the same night and it's just a little shared delusion!
She: I don’t know, but... there’s nothing going on between us anyway! Forget about it!
He: It was special.
She: Nah! just a dream.
He: Don’t say that…
She: Whatever.
He: How long do we know each other?
She: I’ve never met you.
He: Tell me: how long do we know each other?
She: We don’t. You've never told me your name.
He: You never asked.
She: Cause it doesn’t matter. I like who you are for me, you’ll always be the guy I know, no matter what. But I don't really know you.
He: What if I’m ugly, fat and stupid.
She: You’re lovely, kind, brilliant and the sweetest guy, even if you are a fat plumber!
He: See? I'm special.
She: Anyway, we’ve never met.
He: But we've been talking for years.
She: Just occasionally. We don't really know one another.
He: Oh, stop...we know each other enough for to dream the same dreams.
She: Right…but no champagne, or shirt, or shower…nothing!
He: We'll see. See you tomorrow.
She: No! Wait. What if I can't...
He: It’s not an option, Missy. I’ll call you. Sleep tight…dream of me.
She: I am dreaming.
He: I know…
