"I don't think it'll ever end. Like a postmodern nightmare. Till the end of time."
"I had one of those last night."
"Oh no. Those are the worst."
"Yeah! I dreamt I was saving the world but the tragedies were so great and never-ending, that even though I was winning I was losing. So I kept walking from one room to the next (like in that new Radiohead song) and each new room was a new tragedy. I was all alone at home. I woke up at like, 4, moved out of my bedroom with my blanket, put on the television and watched Sex and the City till I passed out on my couch."
"In the dream?"
Honestly, I don't know.