It's not something I like to think about much. Neither of us had any choice in it. It wasn't even...real.
Exactly.
It was a dream. Something happened and we were having these really vivid, real-feeling dreams and we weren't alone. Sometimes you knew you were dreaming and sometimes you were just there...doing things.
We never touched that day, but we both remember it. [Remembered? He's gone now, so maybe not.]