[Luckily for her, he is quite the guitarist.

... Vocalist, not so much.]

... I wish it was just sleep. Maybe I would've had a nice rest for once.

[Insomniac with totally confidential issues here, don't mind him.]

We were, uh. Stuck. In dreams. Dreams that mostly consisted of memories, memories other people could... walk into, either by purpose or by total accident. Either way, dirty laundry was everywhere to be seen. Not only that, but the deeper in the dream you were, the more likely you could really get hurt in real life.