Which is the true nightmare, the horrific dream that you have in your sleep or the dissatisfied reality that awaits you when you awake?

I'm suddenly finding it hard to know the difference between nightmares and consciousness.

Even if she be not harmed, her heart may fail her in so much and so many horrors; and hereafter she may suffer--both in waking, from her nerves, and in sleep, from her dreams.

We may think of ourselves as static anti-heroes, but in reality we're dynamic protagonists just waiting for our courage to kick in.

Non fiction? Non fiction?! Listen, reality is what got me into this mess in the first place.

Your nightmares follow you like a shadow, forever.