It's like a giant strobe light,
burning right through my eyes,
but somehow I can still see.
Oh, God.
Look, you know the dream's the same every night,
The children look like burnt paper, black, not moving.
And then, the blast wave hits them and they fly apart like leaves.
It's not a dream, you moron.
You think you're safe and alive?
You're already dead! Everybody!
Him, you, you're dead already!
This whole place!
Everything you see is gone!
You're the one living in a fucking dream, Silberman!
Because I know it happens!
It happens!!
You have four new messages
Hello
Please, Please
...
We can try again, I swear
No we can't, you know we can't
I want him back
