Her: …it was such a vivid dream that I actually think it happened… I feel like maybe I actually went back to 1970s Prince George.
Me: Well, have you been messing with the time machine I built for Angela?
Her: That’s gotta be it.
Me: I’m jealous of your dreams… I rarely remember my dreams, and when I do it’s usually about something lame, like getting a text message. I’d love to know what my brain thinks about when I’m not forcing it into social norms.
Him: Maybe it’s because you don’t really live by social norms when you’re awake…
Me: What are you trying to say???????
Him: You’ve spent the whole week looking for a kidnapped snowman.