I felt like you might break up with me, so to provide solace you told me about a dream you had this night that we went to a church in a futuristic society that preached God’s word and was super appealing, until basically the church elders escorted us with robots off of the premises for sinning, and then robots lived in our house to govern our lives, and of course there was one rogue robot that offered to snooze/power down so we could escape the society and as we pulled out of your driveway there was a robot battle (naturally) happening in the street, and as we escaped the neighborhood your brain was like “where will we go? There’s nothing open right now!” so that’s how we ended up escaping religious-mechatronic persecution and preserved our love by finding refuge in a Denny’s (naturally)