...and then I dozed off and had this dream or one just like it.  Hello?

Why won't you talk?  I didn't really mean it at all, nothing, never.  Can't you see by this look of my face that I'm telling nothing but the truth so help me god?  Don't you see the innocence permeating my being and dripping from my chin and fingertips, fulfilling my shoes.  I'm not selling anything, nothing, never.

How could you think I was trying to trick you, to steal your secret, to empty your trunk?  Certainly that never even furrowed my brow whatsoever so I'm not understanding this at all, nothing, never.

I have a full wheelbarrow and you have someone's imagination.  It's a well know false pretense, but hardly a threat to staunch virtue and a healthy sunset.  So there you have it all in black and white, clear as can be, everything and less.

You don't believe me, do you?  I have proof, unsubstantiated evidence, an affidavit of uncertainty.  I know it's real.  I couldn't touch it if it wasn't and I will surely try to touch it, but you have to be careful when emptying the trash in a museum.  It only makes sense, doesn't it?