carl: it can’t be a dream because it’s real

kimmy: you could say that about music but it’s just sound waves.

carl: that doesn’t make it not real.

kimmy: then we have nothing to discuss.

carl: you run away when it isn’t going your way.

kimmy: you act as though you have the intellectual high ground but you squirm if things get hot.

carl: so everything is a dream?

kimmy: how would you know if it wasn’t?

carl: because if it’s a dream who’s dreaming me? how do i wake up?

kimmy: if my liver realizes it’s a liver that doesn’t mean it knows it’s kimmy’s liver. it just realizes it’s a liver acting like a liver. born to liver.

carl: born deliver

kimmy: make a t-shirt.

carl: how do you wake up?

kimmy: i don’t know or even if you can, i’m saying it could all be a dream, like literally.

carl: my dreams are vivid and real.

kimmy: and this is too.

carl: i sort of get your point about music. it’s funny that it is just sound waves.

kimmy: are your thoughts real?

carl: of course they are.