i went back to my house of memory and in a dream it was a squat. 

in the film i'm thinking of, two people met in a dream, but they were deer, and
they didn't know the other yet, or if the other had the same deer dream. until a shrink came in and asked them and thought they were toying with her analytical mind. then when they decided to sleep beside each other, he had a withered arm, she could not bear touch, and dream the dream side by side, then in the dream he is anxious and running and he cannot find her anywhere.
the next day he says it isn't working, and she goes home and opens her vein in the bath. he calls, says nothing, just hello, while her life is running out. then he says wait i'm so in love with you i can't sleep, and can we meet, and she says yes but it may take a little while, and she gets sewn up, and they meet, and now she can be touched all the way, deeper than the dream which kept a certain distance.

i thought suddenly now back when i was away from school and i had a dream in which i flew over the hills of southern illinois, following a girl on a bike. i hoped she had the same dream, hoped that she felt me up in the sky just behind and above her like a kite on her string. but she had no experience like that, and i wondered for a long time who that girl on a bike could have been.

lastly it's said that there's a psychology of distance, and that distance creates indifference. but surely there are psychologies of distance, and every distance relative, and some feel the distance acutely near. time would be the same, and every creature in their own time, and in a lifetime maybe some times converge.