it's.  like a giant strobe light, burning right through my eyes.  but somehow i can still see. look, you know the dream's the same every night, why do i have to --
it's not just a dream. it's real, you moron! i know the date is happens!!
on august 29th 1997 it's going to feel pretty fucking real to you, too! anybody not wearing number two million sunblock in gonna have a real bad day, get it?
you think you're alive and safe, but you're already dead. everybody, you, him.  everybody.  you're all fucking dead!
you're the one living in a dream, silberman, not me! because i know it happens. it happens!