Have you ever had a dream in which you have sex with a friend? Or even an acquaintance? Perhaps someone you find 0% attractive?
When you see them the next day, after you have imagined them in the most compromising of situations, saying the most intimate things, what do you do? Make unwavering eye-contact?
For me, what usually ensues, the morning after some completely malapropos rêve, is a genuinely awkward moment. And those come along so infrequently, I can’t help but wallow in them.