I know my dreams are real. And I know this world is real. So was my dream self a...a past life? Another world, that kind of thing? But I'm changing. I don't go out in the sun much anymore, not if I can help it. I don't eat or drink. When I sleep, I sleep upside down. And I always dream.
[private to Kirsty Cotton]
I think I need a shrink. I'm fine one second, I'm crazy the next and I can't control it. Sometimes I think really careful about stuff, and then I'm not thinking at all. I need to get this under control before I end up doing something really bad. Or worse than anything else I've done.