Scampi: I think I was dreaming.
Scampi: Sometimes I can’t tell. You know.
Peter: I do not know.
Scampi: How do you know?
Peter: I do not.
Scampi: But how do you know that you don’t?
Scampi: I can’t tell if I’m dreaming or not. Occasionally.
Peter: What are you suggesting?
Scampi: No need to get so nervous. I’m just saying.
Peter: I am not nervous.
Scampi: What do you dream about?
Peter: Peace and quiet.
Scampi: Very funny. Can’t you remember your dreams?
Peter: I can.
Scampi: Well. And what are they about?
Peter: This is very tedious.
Scampi: I sometimes feel as if I inhabit a waking fog.
Peter: Perhaps you should have some coffee.
Scampi: That has nothing to do with it.
Peter: I see.
Scampi: I am like a monster of my own creation. Half-asleep.
Peter: Perhaps you should keep such thoughts to yourself.
Scampi: What’s that supposed to mean?
Peter: Forgive me. I have a headache.
Scampi: Oh. Okay.
Peter: It’s quite all right.
Scampi: Do you think we are in the dark?
Peter: That would certainly soothe this migraine.
Scampi: We’re in a cave, a bed of leaves.
Peter: Are you suggesting that we are hibernating?
Scampi: Like bears.
Peter: I am not a bear.
Scampi: We have collapsed from the exhaustion of open spaces.
Peter: I wouldn’t say “collapsed”.
Scampi: No, of course not. You’d just do it.
Peter: I am a human man.
Scampi: An overdose of beauty can be a tricksy thing, Peter. Beauty and possibilities.
Peter: Which causes you to transform into an apostate ursus experiencing a low degree of consciousness under a rock somewhere?
Peter: I see.
Scampi: There is the question of our animal nature.
Peter: We are bound by the flesh.
Scampi: I don’t know about you.
Scampi: Oh, nothing.
Scampi: What good is the meadow if one’s mind remains a howling wilderness?
Peter: Do you feel that your mind is a howling wilderness?
Scampi: I feel that my memory of the meadow grows swampy.
Peter: Perhaps you are unwell.
Scampi: What a thing to say!
Peter: Lower your voice.
Scampi: I did.
Peter: Thank you.
Scampi: Maybe we should get some sleep.
Scampi: I sleep, you sleep.
Peter: This is fundamentally illogical.
Scampi: Is not. You might as well be sleeping. If I’m asleep.
Peter: This is not the case.
Scampi: It might as well be.
Scampi: Can you hear the sound of running water?
Peter: A leaky faucet?
Scampi: I believe it is the sea.