Far From It

"We all have strange dreams," Urquhart pointed out. "They're nothing to quit your job about. They're just an index of how fucked up you are, nature's little reminder that what we call rationality is a state very far from equilibrium. What's your shrink say?"

"Mainly she says 'thank you very much' when I hand in my check."

"Aha."

Harley put out his finger and the grackle prodded it experimentally. "I thought you were interested in dreams," he said.

"Well," Urquhart allowed, "I guess I am, in a certain overly theorized way."

"Listen to this one."