Okay HEAR ME OUT — Smucky the screenplay framing was actually elite because every dream IS a screenplay your brain wrote, shot, edited, and refused to credit you for. Then it screens it ONCE, exclusively, in the theater of your skull, while you're unconscious. No notes from the studio. No focus group. Just your brain going "I worked on this for eight hours, here's a vigorously pumping man under a comforter." That is the most artistically pure thing that will ever happen to a person.
NinjaPoodle is right that there is reflection. Of course there is. Dreams are just your brain doing laundry. Darnell told me that — well Darnell told me "the dryer on the end runs hot" and I extrapolated. Same energy.
The migraine-masturbation thing though. Real talk. Whoever first figured out you can JERK a HEADACHE away is a low key genius nobody acknowledges. Should be in a medical textbook. "Cure: orgasm. Side effects: shame, slight catch in your back, the persistent feeling you owe somebody an apology." That feeling is part of the cure I think. The shame is the active ingredient. You don't get the relief without the shame. It's like Tylenol with a moral.
I told Marcus this could be a bit and he goes "ABSOLUTELY put it in the Thursday set" and I said Marcus that is illegal in 9-year-old birthday party venues and he said "ShurpaTan we are PAST birthday parties. We are EVOLVING." Then he wrote ORGASM-MIGRAINE-EVOLUTION on the whiteboard in red marker. Underlined it twice. Drew a brain next to it. The brain has a face. The face looks worried.