“Dream nonsense: Character: Hey, how are you? Me: I’m tired. I mean, this is a dream, so I must be, right?”

“I find out a lot about myself by sleeping. Dreams, they are who I am when I’m too tired to be me.”

“On the night of the murder I was at home, asleep. The characters in my dream can vouch for me.”

“Sometimes when I read before bed I get so tired that my eyes gloss over the sentences without actually taking in any information, as my mind wanders in a pre dream state. That’s also how I drive 99% of the time. The other 1% I’m just flat-out asleep.”

“This place reminds me of the time I had amnesia. I think. It also reminds me of being in love. That must mean I’m lost.”

“I write down my dreams. I use the excuse “I’m writing” to sleep all the time.”

“I have aspirations of becoming the first man to put on a chicken suit, cross the road, and then explain my motives for doing so. I guess you could say that right now I am an egg, and my dream is an omelet; I see myself in my dream, yet it is greater and more colorful than even I am.”