Waterslides

I am in a magical city that I know by name only in my dream. The city is covered by a huge dome. There are indoor waterslides and I know they are the greatest waterslides in the world. Haseed and I have to wait for almost twenty dream time minutes for access, then we begin a slow climb up the long staircase to the top of the slide. As we climb, we talk about how this effort and this seemingly endless staircase will be worth it because the waterslides are the greatest and most exciting in the world. When it seems that we are nearing the top, Haseed stops abruptly and says that this is a waste of time. I felt hurt and ask him if he is disappointed that he came. He smiles and says that he is not. He is happy now that he has given up hope. He wants to leave. I point up the staircase as though in protest, and then realize we are still at the bottom. We leave, arm in arm.