Scene two (this is at the very end of my dream- the other is near the very beginning): I'm talking with a girl. I ask what her name is in the middle of the conversation, and she says, "My name is Olivia." (Whoa, no surprise there!) We continue talking. 3rd perspective. She has brown, curly hair. Younger and shorter than me. (I don't know anyone who is like her although I know some people whose name is Olivia). We're standing by a lamppost, and it's snowing. It's wintry outside in this scene, and everyone is bundled up in their brown long jackets (looking like detectives), scarves, gloves, etc. Olivia and I are window shopping, walking through a street that's lit up by a bunch of lamp posts that look like the one in Narnia. It's afternoon-ish, and the sun is starting to set.
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