I've been having weird dreams lately. You remember my friend, Manny, from back home?
Sure, baby.
I dream about being back there a lot. Last night I had this dream... about shrimp cocktails.
Shrimp cocktails.
Uh-huh. I was, uh, by the pool. And I was drinking. I was pretty drunk. And then I was in the water, and I was looking up with my eyes open underwater. And I could see Manny on the deck.
Mm.
I had this feeling, like I could smell it, or something? Or like the colors were different. Like I was at home, but in the pool here. And there were pine trees.
Well, was Manny doing anything? I mean, what's the point of a dream like that anyway?
I guess I was thinking, or dreaming, about him being here. With us.
You miss him?
I guess so.
The amount of time you spend on the phone, you'd think you could take five minutes and just talk to him instead of spending your time telling me about your cocktail dreams.
Aw, shut up. It's different on the phone.
You miss him that bad?
Jesus Christ, you make me sound like a housewife.
Well, it's not like there's anyone here. (teasing) I'd still love you if you were a housewife, baby.
Thanks a million. Nah, I just wish I had a little help, you know. It's hard to explain everything on the phone. And he's not the most talkative guy on the planet.
Say that again.
So, you got any more dreams to air out before I make dinner?
Well, I didn't tell you how the first one ended. I'm underwater, at the bottom of the pool. And I had my feet under me, like this, and the pool tiles' scratching my feet. Like sandpaper. You know. So I have to come up for air, so I get out of the pool and I say, Hey, Manny. And he doesn't say anything. He's just staring at me.
Real creepy.
I'm not done! So Manny's staring at me. And I look down, and my feet are bleeding everywhere. But I wasn't that bothered, like it didn't hurt or anything.
You were drunk, right?
Well, it was a dream. So who knows?