"Nightmares, huh? I guess I can't argue with that." She wondered briefly if his dreams were anything like hers, but quickly decided not to say anything. Dreams were just that, and nightmares were evidence of nothing more than a troubled psyche. Besides, most of hers weren't actually nightmares, just strange. Though the one with the man who was cut into pieces, requiring her to put him together, was disturbing. Her hand shook as she lifted the glass back to her mouth.