Another from the distant past: sitting in a bathtub with Ursala Andress. I think I had just seen "What's New, Pussycat".

A couple of years or so ago, I got down by our antique round oak kitchen table to pick up something, and realized that one of the four feet of the table has been replaced with one that isn't an exact match. Later (perhaps a few weeks after) I thought about it again, and took another look. I think I blinked a little when I found all the feet to be identical. Then the little light bulb clicked on: my notice of the discrepancy was a little scrap of dream, so simple, vivid and naturalistic that it registered as an actual memory.+