Slightly backdated.

[talkyourwayout]

[It's early in the morning when a new post on the BBS goes up.]

Guys, it's Louie. I want to see if anyone else knows anything about this. I mean, the weirdest thing happened last night.

I think I went home. Not just for a night, either. I mean, maybe it was some kind of dream, but it felt so real, and I had a weird dream that was definitely a dream. I think. I don't know! That felt pretty real, too.

Has something like this happened to anyone else?

Comments

way belated because brains are at a premium sometimes.

[nomoremistergneissguy]

It doesn't have to be. You don't have to write a novel, just a few things about your dream that would jog your memory. Especially if it was something important, like this one might be.

No problem!

[talkyourwayout]

Well, yeah, I do think this one might be important, so... I guess I can try it.

[nomoremistergneissguy]

Couldn't hurt, right? If it jogs your memory and stuff. Do you wanna talk about the dream sometime? I'm not my mother though, I probably don't have anything useful to say. More than I already have, I mean.

[talkyourwayout]

It doesn't have to be anything useful. I mean, I'm cool, but even if I wasn't. You know what I mean.

[He has no idea if Cliff actually does know what he means: that they're friends, so just being there is enough. But good luck getting Louie to put that down on paper.]

[nomoremistergneissguy]

Well, you know I've got your back if you need me. [He thinks so, but. Cliff isn't gonna make Louie elucidate, that's not the type of duck--guy--duck he is. So Cliff himself will play it cool.]

[talkyourwayout]

Yeah, I do know that.

[There's a pause before he writes a bit more.]

Thanks for that.

[nomoremistergneissguy]

No problem. I'm sure you'd do the same for me if I needed it. So we're good.

[talkyourwayout]

[Eeugh, don't make him wonder if he would, Cliff, come on.]

Yeah, well... I'll catch you around.