"Ha. Sure it can. Unless you can block nightmares. Nothing stops them. Booze just stops the ghosts and the double dreams, but it does fuck-all against nightmares."
Dan looked over his shoulder at Jack, his right hand now pressed against his left side instead of pointing at stars, then turned back round a bit too quickly. His head spun, and when it had righted itself, he stared at the not-a-picture. The stars didn't flicker. But the surface of the big planet at the top of the window moved. "I... I don't... what the fuck?" Was it a big TV screen? It couldn't be actual space. "What the fuck did I do last night?" he muttered, then poked himself in the ribs and hissed at the pain. Not a dream... Shit.