I've probably had other tango dreams lately, but this is the only one I remember. Strange how this one too is just a conversation.
Him: When are you going?
Me: Going where?
Him: Buenos Aires.
Me: What do you mean when am I going? I haven't even thought about that yet.
Him: (looking at me sternly) You should claim it.
Me: Claim it? What, like licking something and calling dibs?
Him: (very faintly bemused) Claim the future.