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[doggonemad]

Right, right. You wanna hear my current oddball theory? Way outta left field?

[throughbamboo]

'Course I do.

[doggonemad]

New theory: we're all dreamin'.

Or more precisely! Our consciousnesses were pulled in through our dreams into bodies that fit the "Estorian" narrative. That's why some people are changin' as they get visions, it's reality reassertin' itself. S'why we can't die, 'cause our physical bodies ain't actually here. An' why some people just fall into those comas. They ain't sleepin', they're actually awake in the real world.

[ gives him a wild grin. like he knows it's nutty and there's ZERO proof.

and yet here he is speculating. ]

Callin' it my "dream theory." Bet I'll have a new one next week!

[throughbamboo]

[opens his mouth.

Closes it.

Makes a grumbly thoughtful noise as he goes over that in his head . . . then sighs heavily]

I fuckin' hate that as out there it might be, it's still fuckin' possible.

[doggonemad]

Right?! It's a good one!

[throughbamboo]

It's a good one.

I'll write it up an' put it on the board with the rest.

[doggonemad]

Yeah . . . that whole meetin' made me not wanna share my board with people. Feels like m'crazy.

[throughbamboo]

Yer not. Or else 'm fuckin' crazy right there with ya.

[doggonemad]

Knew you'd say that. You know what my nickname is in our visions, right?

[throughbamboo]

[frowns, thoughtful for a moment]

Y'said it in one of 'em . . . Mad Dog?

[doggonemad]

Hit the nail on the head!

[throughbamboo]

[the frown deepens into a scowl]

Hate it.

[doggonemad]

Seems ta me like I wanted people to think m'crazy.

[throughbamboo]

. . . from what I remember talkin' about with ya in the pasture . . . ehh. Not too surprised.

[doggonemad]

Ain't a bad plan. S'like what I was doin' in Estoria, actin' all mild-mannered an' shit so no one'd see me comin'. Except that was fuckin' boring.

[throughbamboo]

I guess it ain't bad, but . . . what, you wanna do that here? Let folks think yer off yer rocker?

[doggonemad]

Contingency plan. In case people start thinkin' m'crazy. Fuck them, I'll show 'em crazy.

[throughbamboo]

[huffs softly]

Could work. It'll be a real kick in the ass when they figure out the truth.

[doggonemad]

Sorry in advance if people're tellin' ya how nutballs I am.

[throughbamboo]

They can tell me all they want, it ain't like I'm yer keeper.

[doggonemad]

Nah, yer my bro.

[ . . . little tail wag at that. ]

[throughbamboo]

[well that makes the scowl go away real quick]

Damn right I am. N' that's what I'll tell 'em, too.

[doggonemad]

Good. Ya better.

[throughbamboo]

I will. Gettin' tired of tryin' to talk 'round it.

They can think I'm crazy for goin' along with ya for all I care.

[doggonemad]

Friday called ya my "not husband" 'fore I left. Bud just ain't gonna get it.