I don't understand. I'm trying to understand, but how can a dream be another place? Dreams can be messages; I get that. [ He'd rub his forehead if their hands weren't touching. ] So... you know me, but not me. Another me. This story really is insane.

[ But something tells him that Jesse knowing him isn't just another part of the story. It's real. ]

I don't know how you'd learn anything from me when I barely understand how things work myself. It's not that I'm not trying. I am.

[ He pauses, trying to wrap his mind around what she's telling him. It's making his head hurt but he's doing the best he can. ]

Okay. I'll ask you. Pretty sure the you that I just met thinks I'm nuts, even if you're not saying that in so many words.

[ Meanwhile in the waking world, Alan's huffing and puffing like he's just ran a mile. Man, I really need to work out more. ]

The FBI... It feels familiar, like I should know something. Maybe I ran into them and forgot about it. Normally, my brain isn't trying to do its best swiss cheese impression, in case you wondered. But whatever it is, I don't like the idea of being stopped and questioned by them, so I'm down for slipping out. Away, preferably. Wherever we can go.