Did you ever wake from a dream and think "aww, we were having a good conversation?" I'm chatting with a stranger in his own house. I'm there to visit a housemate who I haven't yet seen, apparently one of a dozen. This stranger has asked me "'Something Something' or 'The Prodigy of blah blah', which would you read?" "I've never heard of either, so I'd just be choosing based on the title". "Ok." "'The Prodigy of blah blah' then." "No, it's not 'The Prodigy of blah blah', it's 'The Pehidety of blah blah'." I have no idea what he's saying. "Could you write them both down? That'd make this easier." He picks up a Britta pitcher and a Sharpie and begins writing. There's already marker smeared across the sides. He stops, looks at what he's written a moment, then rubs it with the side of his hand, smearing whatever he'd written to illegi