Longer than you, yeah, but you must not have actually listened much.

[He caws this time, spot on accuracy for an American crow.]

No dreams tonight because I haven't been to sleep yet. Call it Norfinbury's unique brand of insomnia: this house is cold as balls and the wind keeps making the roof creak. I go to lay down and next thing it sounds like the ceiling's going to cave in. Doesn't lend well to my beauty sleep.

What was the dream?