He: Now I figured why I don't dream with you.
She: Why don't you?
He: Cause I realized that our last thoughts of the day doesn't matter.
She: Our? Isn't this about you?
He: Ok, mine. But what I mean is that I dream about things I think about during the day. Possible or imaginary. 'Consolidated' thoughts, I'd say.
She: So you don't think about me during the day. Nice compliment.
He: No! I mean, of course I do!
She: I'm listening.
He: It's just that... It's automatic during the day. I don't have to put some effort to think about you. But before I sleep I force myself to it because of this vain hope that I'll dream about you and wake up better.
She: That's nice. But perhaps the problem is this wish of waking up better...
He: What do you mean?
She: I mean you're looking for a motive to sleep better, wake up better. Is that why you want to dream with me?
He: Well... I feel fine when I'm awake because thinking of you is something natural. But my dreams are awfull and that's unfair, cause the last thing I think about is the sweetest one.
She: How about the first?
He: First? I wake up wanting to die.
She: Because of your dreams?
He: Not actually. I'm used to them, just want to dream with you because I guess I'd wake up better. Because of something else...
She: And do you know what?
He: Yeah... I wake up wanting to die because I don't dream about you and I don't sleep with you.
She: Mmmm...
He: THAT is the problem.
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