Jiang Yiyi and I shared a blissful night in a pool villa in my dream. The next day, however, she brought the police to my door, accusing me of sneaking into her room and assaulting her while she slept. The police pulled up the security footage, proving I was home all night. Jiang Yiyi broke down, shouting, "Impossible! I clearly remember the mole on his hand!" Suddenly, something occurred to me: "The villa you described, does it have a huge replica of 'Starry Night' hanging on it?" Her face turned deathly pale—that was exactly the detail I'd seen in my dream the previous night. We found a shared memory: at an art exhibition, we'd brushed past that painting. Jiang Yiyi choked back tears.
