Ed thinks he must be slipping into sleep, the scene feels so real--in the way a film on the big screen feels real. He opens his eyes for a moment, confirming that nothing has changed in the space around him. Instead of reaching for the empty glass and going to find some more relief, he squeezes his eyes shut and tries to get back to that dark, opera-laced, street. It felt like home, at least like a home he might once have known and he longed to return to subtle promise that it implied.