I'm standing in line at a movie theater concession stand talking to my friend Marty. I've turned to face Marty so my back is towards the counter. The line advances and since we're next I turn and face the counter. Cameron Suey reaches behind the counter and hands me a large bag of popcorn.

"Wait a minute. Wasn't I just talking to Cameron?"

I turn back, and it was Cameron that I had been talking to and Marty is behind the counter. Then I remembered that, no, I had been talking to Marty, and I felt a weird existential confusion. I looked back and forth between Cameron and Marty. They would switch places and their would blur so that I couldn't tell who was who.

This was just a piece of some larger narrative that I can no longer remember. I think it stayed in my head for about an hour after I woke up. Usually my dreams are much more literal. They reiterate a scene from a TV show I've seen recently, or I'm stuck relentlessly stacking chips and placing bets for hours.

Marty and Cameron do look alike. Well, they are both big white guys with round faces, red hair and beards. Judge for yourself.