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  • "Not me. I can't fall asleep on planes. My body knows it's not right to be that high off the ground."

    "Fuck no. Never. My dreams are purely sunday morning shit. Ya know, running out of coffee cream and using credit cards I don't remember ever having. Never flying or fucking. School and Sundays--that's about it."

    "I don't think so. It only counts as a dream if you remember it. I don't doubt that the muscle is flexing every fucking night but to qualify as a dream it has to be pulled through the filter. Yah, anything else is somewhere between a twitch and a blink."
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