I had a dream you came to me in a dream to tell me my book put you to sleep.  that a book is no way to live.  you showed no signs of being sick and your apparent health was disorienting.  a man stood behind you whose sole purpose was to know who he was before I did.  it bears repeating that over time I’ve added an all white parrot to my shoulder of choice.  on the one year anniversary of these dreams ****** preference can happen to anyone.