Listen to me. 

Listen to me.

Listen.

Listen.

Listen.

You’re asleep. This is a dream.

And you need to wake up.

You’re dreaming, do you hear?

_Can_ you hear me? 

I don’t know, but you need to wake up.

Wake. Up.

Ok, look at your hands. They don’t look like they should, do they?

They look like reaching branches of a long dead tree. 

They look like popsicle sticks taped together by shaking hands.

They look like nothing you or I have ever seen before or will ever see again.

That’s because they aren’t real. You. Are. Dreaming

Wake up.

If you don’t, I don’t know what will happen to you.

I don’t know what will happen to me.

I don’t know what will happen to any of us.

But I need you to wake. up. 

Look in the mirror. No--wait--don’t.

Look at the clock. There’s no way that’s the real time. 

It’s way too early--too late.

You don’t believe it--you shouldn’t--you can’t.

Try to read something. The words don’t make sense, do they?

They just jumble up.

They don’t fit like they should.

They don’t work together any more, like they have all your life, ever since you were five.

That’s because you’re sleeping.

Please, please wake up.

Just wake--

Nevermind. 

It’s too late.

You’d better stay asleep.