I don't know. [He really doesn't. He has thoughts, questions, images, but he doesn't know what it all means. The dreams ranged from ridiculous to overwhelmingly real in their brutality: the child version of himself—why was he dreaming those things?
Who was that man he'd shot?
He runs a hand through his bangs.]
... But for some reason, people's dreams are connecting. That much is starting to become clear.
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Who was that man he'd shot?
He runs a hand through his bangs.]
... But for some reason, people's dreams are connecting. That much is starting to become clear.