as i dream about movies they won't make of me when i'm dead - to remember my dreams i turn them into stories

i want you to have something. i want you to have the world. hand me that tape! no trains, no planes, no fucking doors. how? i'd take off all my clothes and get into a bathtub of ice-cold vodka. the deadly male protein killed the dinosaurs, not the ice age. we can make love, but don't touch my face or my hair. you're talking art, you're talking gravity. it's people that are stupid. fish know everything, and don't need to think. i miss you too, honey. over. after the storm, i couldn't say life was beautiful, but all i kept hoping for was the eskimo boy in my dream to run out of one of these doors and hug me. ...*-one eye begins to move to the other side.  -then it's better to have both eyes on the same side? - no. dfferent. -what do you lose? -your other side. you lose something, but you also gain something.

 *dialogs. tulkojumā. pēdējais.