자기야 made 육개장 and 짜장면 this weekend, and brought over that episode of SVU I've wanted to see for a while (contrived, and yet the kidnapper's motivations aren't not too hard to imagine, given our failure to evolve past reality distinction), but her coup de grâce was a dream she told me about Saturday morning, being in a classroom with an old professor calling roll. He kept repeating the name "Sam" under his gravelly breath, long after it was apparent there wasn't one present, ignoring her as she pointed it out and making her furious. Turns out it was just me snoring: sam… sam… sam…