Andreas woke up in the middle of the night with a start, so I asked him if he had a bad dream.

“Yeah,” he said, “some bad guy was chasing us…” He went on to describe, sleepily, a crazy obstacle-course like setting that looked like giant perpetual-motion balls were going to crash into us, and some lunatic was chasing us through it. We were both running from him—

“—But then you came in with an excellent cock-punch.”

…

“What?” I asked.

Apparently, in his dream, we were fleeing together, scared for our lives—when suddenly, in the midst of the chase, we grew tired of running. Still in motion, we looked at each other, gave each other a little eye signal and smile, and stopped in our tracks. Whereupon Andreas turned around and summarily pantsed the bad guy, and I punched him without mercy right in the dick.

And then our troubles were over.

I like that we make a great team even in his subconscious.

1/14/10—thewordunheard