[It feels really real, particularly the strange sensation she's gradually becoming aware of - a sort of full-body warmth, combined with a jittery, unusual energy that makes her feel like she wants something without her knowing what it is that she wants. It makes her face flush, and she glances away from him, not even sure why she's embarrassed.]
... it feels different from other dreams, I guess. [Pause, until she finally manages to drag her gaze back to him.] What's your name?