When one finds oneself in the kind of strange, unsettling circumstances as I presently find myself, it is only natural, after all, to have a few, unusual, vivid dreams.

The hours wear on, while the surreal atmosphere of the asylum does not wear off.

When there's a monster under your bed sometimes it really is best not to look.

But the nightmare was a strange comfort to me; in it, I found a sense of escape, and were it possible to go live in that nightmare, I would have, bizzare though that may sound.