"Dreams 'just happen' all of the time," Annabelle points out, cutting eyes at Lauren in a glance before she antsily puts her gaze elsewhere, fiddling with her sleeve, arms still crossed. She can't decipher what he's feeling from looking at him, and is too concerned with her problem to bother thinking about it.

"This is different. I didn't think I like that. Or maybe I'm not. I feel confused."

Annabelle, you literally had this dream less than an hour ago. Why are you expecting to have all the answers.