She crosses her arms. "I stopped dreaming. I didn't stop remembering." A pause, then she says, "The night I met you. That was the worst. I had no idea what was her, what was me. Still don't, to tell you the 100% truth. If I hadn't been attracted to you, I doubt she would have let me just ignore you anyway."
After a moment, quietly, "Wine's not going to help the dreams, you know."