The Good Night Page #3

you fall asleep,

as soon as you do,

you look for light switches, right?

You turn them on and off, inside,

indoor light switches, to see what happens.

If you find a mirror or you look in a mirror,

it's very good.

If you already know

what you want your dream to be about,

then how can you get that going?

Is that possible?

Well, that's in Chapter 7,

but don't skip around

because there's a math to it.

Yo! Karate chop! What the f***?

Knock, knock. I got two more minutes.

- Go wait outside.

- They have swords.

Every week, these f***ing warmongers...

It's a full-on emotional exploration.

It's not dangerous,

but sometimes it's emotionally alarming.

Just a preparation, okay? Read the book.

Okay? That's it. Not that guy. Not...

Not the Weigert guy.

All right, everybody, let's go. That's good.

That's enough for today.

She okay?

When I first met Mel in 1962 at Berkeley,

I was at MIT.

My father said,

"Never go to California, it's full of sh*t."

Because he was a pilot, he was

convinced that the United States were tilted

and all the crap, dirt and filth

slid towards California, Berkeley.

He said, "Never go there."

I went there

and I did find that filthy hell hole

full of stupid hippies,

but I enjoyed myself there.

That's when I first met Mel, yeah.

He belonged there.

What are you doing in there?

Are you on the toilet?

Yeah, I'll... I'll be done in a minute.

Turn the fan on.

I wish you had waited

till I got ready for bed.

Sorry. Sorry. I'm almost finished.

Are you in there

playing with yourself again?

Light a match.

Love you.

Me, too.

I thought I'd never see you again.

I'm here.

Will you make love to me?

Yes.

All day long?

Of course.

- Even after it hurts too much to continue?

- Anything.

Can we make babies?

I'm just kidding.

Remember...

Everything you need to make it great

is in you.

Look at your hands, quick!

What's up?

Sorry, nothing. It's just the same old stuff.

- Gary?

- In the bedroom! Wait one second.

I just saw Angel. He said

they're going to redo the entire lobby.

- Oh, wait.

- What are you doing?

Look, I'm sorry about the mess, okay?

I'll have that cleaned up.

You know,

I've not been sleeping or anything.

So I just thought the best thing

would be to get it really quiet.

Wait, wait. This looks totally horrible.

That siren last night was so loud,

I was screwed.

- I was like a zombie at work today.

- I called you at work. You weren't there.

Yeah. I cut out early to get this stuff set up.

Don't you think it's a good idea?

I mean, we'll sleep so much better.

- I sleep fine.

- It'll be good. Trust me.

Gary, this is insanely inconsiderate.

I can't believe you've done this

without even consulting me.

Now we're going to breathe in all this foam?

It can't be good for you.

It's full of chloro-fluorocarbons or whatever.

Dora, I'm doing this for you, too.

I'm going to tidy up.

You won't even know it's there.

This is crazy.

Don't they at least make it in white?

What are you doing?

Jesus Christ, Gary, I'm reading.

What's wrong with you?

What's wrong with me?

What the f*** is wrong with you?

Why are you doing this to me?

Are you having nightmares again?

I mean, basically, but I still want to sleep.

Jesus, Dora!

You're kidding me.

Can't you read in the other room?

- This is so f***ing rude.

- I get scared in there alone.

Oh, you get scared. Jesus.

It's the living room.

Why can't you be nice to me?

I don't feel well. I take care of you.

- Okay, what's wrong with you then?

- I've got a tickle in my throat.

Jesus Christ!

What do you want me to do about it?

You're a real jerk, you know that?

I would never do this to you.

I hope you have terrifying nightmares.

I hope you sh*t your pants.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, I love you.

Here they are. Hi, guys.

- Sorry, we're...

- Hi.

Is everything all right?

- Terry!

- Terry!

What's that all about?

She broke into my e-mail, okay?

She found a letter from that girl

who I've been seeing a little bit.

Tica with a "T"? Oh, my God!

It was just kind of...

It was regular kind of girl sh*t, you know?

But then she added this fantasy

where she kind of ended up

with me breaking her arm

and knocking a couple of her teeth out!

Which is fine, that's fine, you know?

But when your wife reads it,

you realize that, you know, it's wrong.

- Well, this is serious!

- Is it? I don't know, you know.

I thought I'd be more frightened

of Terry leaving.

But it's kind of like...

It's like an exciting prospect.

You know, I'm kind of a bit of a hotshot

at work at the moment, you know?

It's like I haven't felt like this

since the band.

It's like being on tour, you know?

Women kind of look at me differently.

I don't know.

I'm just going to see how things go,

you know?

In the meantime,

I wish she would just shut up

and go to her mother's

because I'm just, you know...

What's wrong with you? You look terrible.

My sleeping's all screwy, you know...

Right, the dream stuff. How's that going?

Yeah, things are very good.

I feel like an idiot saying this, but...

I have this girl and she's amazing.

I mean, she loves me.

She's passionate and supportive

and inspiring.

I don't know, like I said,

I feel like an idiot saying this, but...

I don't know, I just... I just...

I read these books, right,

they teach you how to control your dreams.

I mean, it's ridiculous, but I feel good.

And I haven't felt good about myself

in such a long time.

I'll tell you,

it was just like the early days with Dora.

God, that sounds great.

That sounds so great

because there are no problems.

You can't get caught.

You should lend me

one of your dream books.

- No, thanks.

- Yeah, and then I can get a dream girlfriend,

and then we can, you know,

we can double up.

Or better yet, we can swap.

- I don't want to swap.

- Consider it.

So where's Terry?

- She's gone to her mother's.

- Yes!

I didn't...

What did you do with the NyQuil?

Is it not in the medicine cabinet?

Do you want to do that?

Do you want to have sex e-mails

with some bimbo?

That's so f***ed up.

Do you know how dark that is?

Hold on. It was just an e-mail.

We don't know that he's cheating.

Oh, come on. Don't do that.

Don't defend him. It's me.

Do you think about stuff like that?

What's thinking about something?

You know, what...

You could say, do I think about suicide?

Well, yes, I do think about it.

Would I do it?

Well, you know, bad example...

- Right. So you do think about it.

- No, I'm kidding. I'm kidding!

- For Christ's sake, it's so abstract!

- The relationship is on the line.

- Do I think about something?

- It's depressing.

- What do you want me to tell you?

- How about the truth?

- Okay, do you think about it?

- No, I don't, and I have a lot of opportunity.

- Sorry, what does that mean?

- Guys like me. They make it clear.

Go f*** one of them, then. What do I care?

It's not like we do.

I don't want to, Gary! That's the point!

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