See...

"I dreamt of you last night."

"Really?"

"Yeah. I mean it wasn't just you. It was you and me...and other people too. Not just you, and not just me."

"And?"

"We were, we were sitting. And I...I reached over and tapped you on the shoulder."

"You touched me?"

"Yeah."

"Wow."

"I know. But you didn't really respond. It was like you just continued talking about what you were talking about except that now you were talking to me."

"What was I talking about?"

"This t-shirt you were wearing."

"Really?"

"Yeah. It was weird when I wasn't talking to you, when I was just looking at you, you weren't wearing the t-shirt..."

"What?"

"Oh, no. I mean, you were wearing something..."

"I'd hope so."

"Just not that t-shirt. But when you started talking about it, you were suddenly wearing it."

"Ok. What was special about the t-shirt?"

"I have no idea. I was just looking at you the entire time trying to figure out what the significance of me being there with you was."

"You and me and other people."

"What?"

"You said there were other people there."

"Oh yeah, there were. At one point this guy was sitting between us and we were talking around him, and then there were a bunch of other people I know there, but they weren't talking to us either. It's like they were all on auto-pilot, and if we didn't interrupt they didn't acknowledge we were there."

"So I was just like them?"

"What? No. You were..."

"When you touched me on the shoulder I continued talking about what I was talking about except that now I was talking to you, right?"

"Yes."

"Then I was just like them. I was on auto-pilot until you touched me."

"Shit. I hadn't even thought of that."

"Did anything else happen?"

"No, not really. I just sort of sat there listening to you until I woke up."

"Was there anyone else there?"

"Yeah...yeah. Iron Man was there."

"Oh."