Words are inadequate

I remember early on in our project at Exegetics, one night I dreamed that you and vond had always been the same person. At the time, that didn't mean anything to you, and I doubt I could explain it in brief for an audience. But that morning I decided I should stop being afraid and trust you; not because we were friends exactly, but something simultaneously more intense and more professional.

All the moments I remember after that -- sitting in the Cellar talking about my dreams and not sure if I'm making sense any more, at Spiel occasionally being mutually delighted when I start winning at a game as you're teaching it to me -- are basically flashbacks to that one.

Sorry that isn't clear to anyone else, but it seems almost required when my primary jazzfish association is something incredible but inexplicable.