Author's Note: Coda (and spoilers for) Episode 6.02, "The Decoupling Fluctuation"
Rating: T
Dear Constanza,
Last night I dreamed that I was inexplicably perched atop a tall, tall stack of boxes that were prettily wrapped in silver and white paper. As the makeshift tower rocked back and forth, I became increasingly terrified at the notion that, should I lose my balance, I would tumble down and splatter my head—and its grey matter—all over the ground below. On the heels of this realization, I noticed that Reginald (the geriatric monkey in our lab who died last week after having the fortune—or misfortune—of participating in no less than twenty experiments) was standing on my shoulders and pouring sawmill gravy on top of my head from a gravy boat. How aggravating! My fear and irritation were allayed, however, when I saw the face of Sheldon engraved on the reverse of a four-cent coin I held in my left hand.
Upon waking, I mostly put the dream out of my mind. However, Sheldon contacted me later today to complain of his suspicions that not all of the tartar had been cleaned from his teeth. I seized the opportunity to share with him my dream. "Do you think it means anything?" I asked him, but my inquiry was met with a scoff and the assertion that it was his belief that dream analysis was "hogwash," and that all dreams were either an amalgamation of recent events in the person's life or the result of heartburn. As a trained neurobiologist who once spent a year as an assistant to a researcher involved in a comprehensive sleep study, I must say that—Sheldon is probably right, a point I conceded with some resistance.
I am writing to you earlier than usual, Constanza, as I am on my way to a Bernadette's apartment. As her husband orbits our planet at a distance of 248 miles above the earth's surface, communal socialization proves to be a challenge. So, in a show of solidarity, I proposed that we could engage in something of a long-distance double date by Skyping our significant others at the same time. Actually, I will be Skyping while she will be utilizing advanced NASA space teleconferencing technology. Semantics aside, I'm really looking forward to it. It's been a great while since Sheldon and I Skyped each other, and I rather miss it. Besides, who knows? He might even be up for a massage.
XOXOXO AFF
