I need your help.  I’ll just talk and you listen.  Maybe together we can figure this out.

Many nights lately I’ve had the same dream.  I’d borrowed someone’s DVD player, and then I lost it.  Now I have to buy him or her a replacement.  But I can’t remember who I borrowed it from.

No kidding … most mornings I lie in bed trying to remember who the person is.  Not knowing if I really borrowed the machine or if my brain made all this up.

Even now, in the light of day, I’m wondering.  But as I write, the disorientation isn’t as strong.  Maybe because there are people out there (You!) listening to me.  My mind is leaning over to the “It’s a dream” side of life.  But still not absolutely there.

I consider myself intelligent.  But this cloud of uncertainty gives me pause.  Shouldn’t a smart guy immediately dismiss the reality of a DVD player being borrowed and lost night after night?

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I only have one more question …

Is it you I borrowed the player from?