Things feel really bad when Dean and I aren't working together in the dreams. Really bad. People dying kind of bad. But then again, people die left and right in my dreams lately. Last night was a long one. I was avoiding Dean, going by the name Keith for a while. We had to fight Paris Hilton, then a kid turned Cas into a toy, I got to see what Dean would look like in fifty years, the Angel Gabriel stuck us in a television, we got trapped at a Supernatural Convention (where I couldn't seem to get away from Becky) and then Jo and Ellen-- Anyone else here woke up crying from a dream before? I'm not too many to admit it
I think the Dream Me is losing it. I mean, how can anyone withstand the shitstorm that he's been through? All the guilt, all the anger. I don't know how much more of it I can take, and yet he's actually living it.