so apparently when my grandfather sleep talks he turns into a human numbers station because he’s chanting numbers very urgently and i feel like i’m on the verge of making contact with something not of this world
“seven… seven… seven… SEVEN… seven… seven… eight on the five… SEVEN.. SEVEN… SEVEN…”
it seems he may be making a breakthrough
he just walked out wild-eyed “I NEED TO PUT A SIX ON A SEVEN. THE NUMBERS DON’T MATCH. They match an eight…”
…solitaire. he’s dreaming about solitaire.
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