"Actual nightmares. Can't block nightmares or lock away memories," he said quietly. "The double dreams're the... seeing the future. What's the word? Pre-something. And seeing things when I'm awake, that's shit too."
He peered out the window, his forehead pressed up against it, and tried to see as much as he could. "What is this place? Are we on a spaceship?" And then something occurred to him and he could only laugh, although there was nothing of humor in it at all and it made his head hurt pretty bad. "Maybe I've finally gone completely bugfuck crazy. You'd tell me if you were really a psych nurse, right?"