A party, time long ago. Friends and family in attendance, a first time meeting of yours with the new Love in your life.
Some of your girlfriends were jealous, you finding such a catch. Lucky Bitch, I think was the popular terminology, their glances wistful and expressions dreamy as seductive eyes roamed the entire length of his body and homed in.
The thing with a dream is that even the most ridiculous scenario makes sense:
Cars parked in impossible and inaccessible places, houses once lived in similar but not the same, people not having aged despite the time passage of thirty years.
That is until your waking self questions that scenario, logic shattering it into a thousand pieces.
But not the memory of the outcome.