Had this huge fight with someone I love... over money.  Not going to say who, because it doesn't matter, as it will become apparent once you finish reading this.

I had promised to give her $500.  I meet her a few days later.  She wanted the money, I said I already had given it, she didn't remember getting it, things got ugly.

Well.  Now that things cooled down, I want to say I'm not mad at you, and you know what, we were both right.

How is that possible?

Simple: it was a dream.  In dreams (well, mine at least), reality is not solid and everything is possible.  That's how I met you in the "wrong" city, living in a place you never lived (and IMO never would) -- yet, the Friday prior, I had met you (and given you the 500) in my granma's old house, which my subconscious mind insists on putting on pretty much every dream.  At least this time there was candy.

So yeah.  I not only "dream-remembered" giving you the money; I had also actually dreamed of giving it to you earlier on, so I definitely was telling you the truth.  On the other hand, if you swear you don't remember getting it, that's probably because you didn't get it.  Dream stuff, go figure.  And since you're really a dream creature, existing only on that dream, and I'm now awake, then I have no idea who I'm talking to, since you clearly don't exist anymore.

Oh well.  At least there was candy.  (Citron, for some reason, not sweet potato or even pumpkin... but whatever.)

On a tangential note, I'm kind of happy with my subconscious mind.  Yeah my strange dreams still "have" to be in São Paulo and involve my granma's old house, but at least this time the money was RMB.  (I'm not sure I even remember what BRLs look like.)