A dream about a dream

I dreamt last night about my dream girl, Pfizer Girl. In the dream, we spoke in hieroglyphs and moved around through an intricate network of labyrinths which symbolized the social masquerade we’re all subjected to. While vividly I perceived in the dream that events and situations were a lot more complex than the real ones (who knows what’s real, anyway), our emotions were somehow more evolved and we found ourselves less contrived. At the critical point of the dream, she stopped on cascading vertical stair, stared into my eyes like never before and asked me: “Until when are you going to wait to talk to me” and almost with the same audacity, she left. I can still feel the sensation in my entire body as to how I felt, embarrassed because it was her who initiated the whole ordeal.