...I have an idea. I think it'll work, because he is us... If we both think about ourselves at the same time, won't it create a new memory...? I mean the logic is confusing, but I think you get the gist.
Edna began to feel like one who awakens gradually out of a dream, a delicious, grotesque, impossible dream, to feel again the realities pressing into her soul. — Kate Chopin, The Awakening