Well, in the dream...or waking up from it, anyway... it was like seeing the city for the first time. And you see things differently the first time. It's never quite the same, afterwards.

Like...think back and try to remember the first time you ever sailed on the ocean. It'd be like trying to capture everything you were feeling then, instead of all the little bits of insight that came later, when you got really familiar with it.

They're both important...but it was like my chance to remember how it started. [voice softening a little] Or maybe not even remembering. My first time in the city, my mind wasn't really on how it looked. So...it really was something new.