At first I had a nauseating dream; then I dreamt that I woke up, though it was still a dream. You had sent me two text messages, in which you told me facts about your parents.
There was no reason stated. I can't remember what exactly you said; I think your dad was a sports reporter, and your mother had once been a suspect in a murder case.
Then there was blankness; then I woke up, and there were no new messages received since last time you were drinking and talking about short skirts.