that was some kind of dream, eh?
what? oh, that one... yeah... but, please, don't get all worked up again because of it.
why not?
because it was just a dream.
so?
what do you mean, so? it was a fucking dream. it's not as if that had really happened.
but it can.
no, it can't. come on, you're not that stupid.
what if i was?
holy shit. you are all worked up again...
what if i am?
okay, listen. you've had this before. you know what's going to happen. you're going to be all stirred up and jumpy and the next thing you know, you get us all fucked again.
that would be something.
fuck off.
(laughs)
i'm dead serious here. promise me...
i won't promise anything.
listen, it was a dream. it was a product of your subconscious hopes and feelings. it's got nothing to do with reality.
but what if it had?
dreams are not real.
but what's the sense in keeping on if dreams can't possibly become real? where's the sense in that?
there's no sense. that's the point.
ah, great philosophy.
come on, promise me one thing.
what?
promise me you're not going to do anything stupid this weekend. you've been there. you know what can happen.
i'm not going to...
promise.
i...
promise!
i promise.
[rain starts to fall]
oh, great.

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