And just as I'm grabbing the mugger by the back of the head to smash his face in, I wake up flailing and smack Katie in the eye.
The next few minutes are spent in apologies and a search for ice to hopefully stave off any bruising.
Later, after she's outed me on Facebook, I thank her for letting me tell the story.
"Well, if we hadn't talked about it, that would have made it weird," she says.
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