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I was outside a building, in a strange city, on a semi-crowded street. I was trying to talk to a girl I thought was Margot while she entered the building, but when she turned around in the doorway to speak to me, I realized it was a someone else, a girl taller and less interesting. Then somehow I was inside a room in a different place, a different state or country, sitting on the top part of a bunk bed with the real Margot. She was climbing off the back of it, in between the bed and the wall, to plug something in. She wanted to curl my hair, said she did, kept starting to but wouldn't finish. It got too late and she ran off. I got down off the bed, confused, and Adam had been sitting on the bottom bunk and stood up. His hair was totally bleached blond and it threw me off a little. We laughed about the fact that neither one of us knew what the hell was going on.