You also put up with MY terror at Silent Hill, and MY flailing in the middle of the night where I insisted that my blankets were fluffy (they WERE), and that it was complicated and involved my Life on Mars dream. Putting up with your mad nightly flailing may have been because I didn't notice you were flailing

I still want to know what that dream was about, dammit.

HURRAH FOR BEING ALIVE AND HAVING A NICE TRIP BACK. Except for cigarette-accosting man O_o.