It happened again today. This time, though, I thought quickly enough to write down what I’d said to wake myself up:
“Well, I could, if they weren’t a restaurant and didn’t undoubtedly weigh several hundred tons.”
I have no idea to whom I was speaking or what I was speaking about. When I told E.S., we had the following conversation:
E.S.: That sounds just like what you say in your sleep at home.
FAUSTUS: How do you mean?
E.S.: You say things that don’t make any sense but I can always tell you’re angry.
E.S.: I mean, really it’s no different from what you say when you’re awake.
FAUSTUS: I hate you.