Music drifted along the quiet street as she made her way to the Midnight Club.  It was her first time there tonight.  The club had been recommended by a friend, yet she was still unsure. 

She arrived at the door expecting to find crowds outside, but, apart from a rather drunken young woman fondling the doorman, there was no one.
 
She entered the dimly lit lobby, and walked towards the source of the gentle music, it seemed to pull her along...
 
10.30....the man looked at his watch for what felt to be the hundredth time that night.  Another half an hour and he was going home.  He took a sip from his drink and glanced around the room.  He nearly choked. 

There, walking through the crowd of bodies moving in time to the slow sensual beat, was her....the one from his dream.  He blinked and rubbed his eyes.  Pinched himself to make sure he was awake...yes, that hurt, he was awake...but how?  How could he dream of a woman he had never seen before, and now there she was, walking towards him...
 
She walked through the slowly swaying crowd.  People too intent on keeping as much body contact with their partners, not moving too much to let her pass, so, she squeezed gently through...body rubbing against body, one or two making sure they had a good feel as she walked by.  She smiled and made her way to the bar, ordered a drink and sat down. 
 
She was taking a sip from her glass when she saw someone looking at her.  She gasped and coughed and set the glass down.  The man who was looking right at her, was the man who shared her dream last night....but how.  How could this be?
 
Time seemed to slow as they both stood and walked towards each other.  They met amongst the crowd on the dance floor, and the man took her hand.  There was no hesitation, it felt like they knew each other...intimately, which, after what they shared in last nights dream, could be...