Dream along, dreamer, she said. (I believe it was her.)

Oh yeah? said the guy. (I believe it was him.)

It’s been a while since anyone called me a dreamer. Guess i must’ve been a kid. –Here’s to you!

He sparked the joint.

I’m gonna dream of sheep. In a field between hills, under moonlight, jumping over a fence . . .



HA-HA! she said. Get in a car with me, i’ll take you for a ride.

Where? It’s eleven thirty-eight p.m.

To the hills, she said. And moonlight!