Uh, okay then. Kind of figured you’d dream about wizards, not alien species. What’s that about? There some sort of hidden meaning there that I’m missing?

All I know is that I was sure that it was true. And now I’m not even sure what’s real anymore.
Dave, am I crazy or something?
You call, and the answer is predictable. Since he’s your John you’re calling, all of the memories line up with those...
[You hesitate for a moment, but in the end, decide against speaking the thoughts on your mind.] Fine. Go ahead.
just name a time and a place, and i can be there. we can hang, talk about things, share pain, and be friends. Your smile...