Annmarie in a nighttime hut out on a backyard, sidelit, that dim city glow, the whitish version this time, grass a little too electric-saturated green. Some kind of weird meta-prison extension thing. I was lying at first maybe then sitting below the countertop-height opening in the hut/booth, looking up at her surreptitiously at first. Don't think talked in actual words. Got up, she was lying on the countertop opening, knew i was going to, then moved in and we started kissing, my hand rubbing up and down her newly-thin torso, stopping at her breast, squeezing, feeling throbbing waves of arousal starting from genital core, murmuring oh my god, locking the kiss hard. A high pitched whine, and I knew they were aware and coming. She acted like it didn't matter, implied I shouldn't care either. I started walking away to the side, but they shot me with some kind of invisible force, an electrifying splat on my lower back that didn't hurt all that much but made me stop somehow. There was some arguing, some faked bravado on my part, then they were going to give me some kind of mineral or chemical to subdue me, I said no thanks, I know i'm dreaming and i'm going to wake up. It was really hard to force my eyes open, took several long moments of returning light, grasping for the signature of this reality, and then I did it, I was awake.