At a long dark bar where sun only comes through when someone opens the front door, the two men sit at a tall table chatting. Feel free to change angles and have them intermittently take a drink or something.
Pawlak: “...Now, it’s not so much the bad dreams, I feel like I’ve accepted those as a fact of life, it’s more the fear of the bad dreams.”
Gostuf: “I don’t follow.”
Pawlak: “Well, think of it this way, if you were told that for every meal for the rest of your life you could only have a baloney sandwich, don’t you think you’d dread eating after a while?”
Gostuf: “I suppose.”
Pawlak: “I know exactly what I’m going to dream every night for the rest of my life, and I guess I’m tired of dreaming.”
Gostuf: “So what’s your solution, never sleep again?”
Pawlak: “It’s working so far.”
Gostuf: “Uh-huh, some how what I saw in your office was not you making it work.”
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