He wants us to go to the track with him next week. Kramer and George nod. Everything was yellow. The whole dream was cast in weird shades of yellow. I dream in black and white.
Nobody dreams in just black and white.
And then I became a bug. I must dream in black and white, 'cause my sun is always gray. Maybe you're always dreaming in color, but the color just happens to be gray. And there were all these flowers. Since they were marked down eighty percent.