Listen. I’m going to tell you a story. But you have to promise to listen. Otherwise, it’s all pointless and I’ve wasted your time. I don’t like to waste time. If you pay attention, I promise it’s going to be fun.
I’m a Nightwalker. The last I suppose. I don’t really see anyone else. My name is Jack. Like Frost, but I deal with dreams. Not weather. I do see Frost from time to time. He’s always tampering with my cigarettes.
When children sleep, they have night terrors. I don’t steal these, I simply find out why they are having them. And close those windows.
Like apps left running in a phone. Sleep has layers. Once they understand this? Most of the time they are not afraid anymore.
Why does John remember what he dreamed last night? Because he didn’t hit that deep sleep. Why did it feel real? Because his body and nerves were picking up his surroundings and mistaking images for interactions, again…not a restorative sleep.
This is what I do.
Did you pay attention?
The only question left…