we love that game but we never play

I had a dream last night where Sufjan Stevens (and weirdly, in the way that can happen only in dreams, he was two other people who I've known, too) fell into a coma and I nursed him back to health. Afterwards, he didn't really seem grateful. We didn't even talk as much as we apparently used to. I kind of wondered if he was brain damaged. But people kept telling me that he kept saying how great I was.