[Narration} My mind screams at me to get up. As my vision begins to focus I see it at the mouth of the alley. The blob shifts and begins to flood the air. It inflates like a balloon and then begins to split open, like a balloon popping in slow motion. Inside it, these large, black centipede-like monsters squeal and writhe.

[Dialogue] What good is that going to do me? I go see a shrink and they tell me the meaning behind my dreams? But I just don’t care, I just want them to go away. Screw what they mean. The best I can do is see a sleep doctor who's just gonna tell me I have sleep apnea or something and that’s why I’m not rested when I wake up. But It’s not that I’m not rested, I feel physically drained.

[fearful scream]