My partner, Dan, talks in his sleep. Because I'm a light sleeper, sometimes I wake up, ask him questions and write down what he answers so we can laugh about it the next day. He never remembers anything.
This is our conversation from last night:
Dan- (angrily) "I'm so sick of this shit."
(pause)
Dan- (sighs) "I don't know WHAT to do."
(a few seconds later)
Me- (looking for a clue on my healing journey) "Dan, what's the cure?"
Dan- "Out and about."
Me- "What?"
Dan- "Out and about."
Me- "What do you mean?"
Dan- "That's where the opening of the light is."
Me- "Where?"
Dan- "Oh .. . in the Mission." (a neighborhood in San Francisco)
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