“I’ve dreamed many things dreams before. But never like this. They’re normally … well, they’re normally nicer, with delicious food and flowers and comforting colors. Ooh! And songs to warm the heart and lighten the spirit. I like songs. But there isn’t any music in this dream. Everything’s loud, and angry, and has sharp teeth! My beloved insists that I am not to worry. That the dreams, and everything within it, will unfold precisely as it should.

I’m sure of it.”