"How old do you have to be to start calling yourself a woman?"
"Bigger question: when do we start calling guys men? I tried it the other day, you know, when Megan asked me what I thought of Ryan. I said "he's a lovely man."
"Yeah that doesn't sound right."
"It didn't feel right. And yet people say it."
"I think divorcee's can get away with it, maybe?"
"What are you talking about?"
"Like there must be a definitive moment when guys become men to us."
"And you think it's when someone gets divorced."
"You don't know... then why are you talking?"
"There's a difference between a conversation and a stream of consciousness. Learn the fucking difference and then speak."
"I said I was sorry."
"Anyway. I think eventually, over time, we make the transition from saying guy to saying man. For instance, at around 12 or 13, saying undies started to feel weird for me, so I started saying underwear. And then that felt weird... but then it didn't."
"I still say undies."
"Why are we here?"
"I don't remember."
"Are we stoned?"
"We haven't been smoking. We might be dreaming, though."
"Who's dream is it?"
"Mine probably? Just because I thought of dreaming first."
"That doesn't mean it's your dream. You could be the conscious part of my brain that knows it's a dream."
"Why are you projecting me as your consciousness? Do I represent stability in your waking life?"
"Not really, but I don't know a lot of people, so, maybe you're the closest thing."
"You know how I know it's my dream?"
"I've never taken you here in real life."
"How do you know I haven't been here on my own? "
"Who would come here who doesn't already live here?"
Thoughtful silence. They stare out to the bushland, then look at each other and laugh uncomfortably.
"It's no one's dream..."
"...because we're not dreaming."
They turn back to the bushland in silence. One girl starts pinching herself, while the other girl gives herself a few light smacks on the face.