"Usually figments of my subconscious don't delve so deep into psychoanalyzation. What is this?"
She held up her arm to the man.
"Let's just cut the 'if you're dreaming' crap. See, I'm dreaming-"
She started to pinch herself to demonstrate her point, but then her face twisted into a grimace.
"Ouch!"
Her eyes widened and she looked at the cop who she knew now was definitely not a figment of her subconscious.
"Definitely not dreaming. So what the hell is going on here? You're not a meteor freak, are you?"
She eyed him suspiciously, as if just looking into his eyes would tell her if he had some sort of bizarre meteor induced power that caused... what-hallucinations?