things go from bad to worse depending on the observer, of how you choose to experience it, she said as a matter of fact. i was impressed by her confidence and the non negotiable power in her idea. besides i know that it's perception and processing. she was right but in a sexy way which makes her more interesting and thus more attractive.
i wished my brain would switch off and stop, just for a moment so i could say something back but it was a turbulence of information in avalanche. 
let's get a drink mission, i like rum.
i was following, still unable to say any words. speech just wasn't happening for me right now.
she pulled me across the road, four lanes of traffic, cars honking and windows rolled down exposing angry drivers yelling angry words w but all i could do was take it all in like a amazingly detailed photograph that i could loose myself in. but this was real, reality, i was hyper alert to it, but limited in responding in language. it was like the language centre of my head had been changed. the information in the words were heard, they went through a processing of my internal knowledge of quantum, my experiential understanding, my education, beliefs, passions, poetry, various mental filters and then i find myself in complete agreement with the fundamental truth of the statement, but that information then changed into me observing reality but outside it. in a different reality. process process, mission process... and i couldn't communicate into it in language, but i could navigate through it.
the shock of such a thing is breathed out through my disciplines, all the while negotiating a busy street full of night life, bright lights and open storefronts luring people in to neon basements and doorways. people were dressed in bright elaborate costumes, circus performers, it was a carnival of a street scene. it wouldn't be so far removed from my own reality, a slight exaggeration of it perhaps.
her hand around my wrist felt real enough, she pulled me gently through a horde of people and into a bright white neon doorways and up a flight of stairs. 
this is my favourite bar, it's a nice, you'll like it she smiled back at me while moving forwards, and they make the best mojitos.
suddenly we were standing in a very elegant and dimly lit area. it resembled no bar i had been to before, more like a tea house with good lighting. we took a seat in the corner and she waved a hand up, at which a waiter appeared and took our orders.
no listen, i know your freaked by everything, i know you wondering why you can't communicate but its okay, its not permanent. and mission, you are right. this is a different reality from the one you inhabit, it's almost the same but it's slightly different. okay? are you okay with that?
i nodded, yeah i thought, yeah i am okay. i was okay.
she said she wanted to wait until we had our drinks and then she would explain why she had brought me here. i smiled and nodded, i had nothing but time. 
the drinks came in tall thin glasses, a fresh mint sprig freshly decorated the rim and a perfect circle of lime floated upon the top and i could see vibrant brown crystals of sugar dancing in the drink. i downed mine in a couple of sips and ordered another two for our table. 
i read your stuff, the stuff you write. i like it. i want you to keep writing so i can read it. her eyes sparkled, that's all. and i wanted to have a drink with you to. it's sad that you can't talk back but it's okay we can have a drink together. her eyes lit up and she smiled. it was an extraordinary smile something it would take an alternative reality to create and those eyes where vast, like there was a whole other universe inside. i could see it, vast and filled with lifetimes of wonder. she was still smiling and we sipped our drinks together while she just smiled. and it made me smile to, so we sat there drinking our drinks and smiling at one another.