It was a like a club that no one wanted to be a part of. Yet everyone talked about what happened or about what showed up. So it made those that weren't in it feel a little left out.
Proteus wasn't sure if he wanted to have the 'dreams' or just to be one of those lucky people. Apparently there wasn't much of a choice in the matter. Even before he made up his mind on that fact he was given his first dream. When he said dream he actually meant that it was a nightmare. Although it didn't matter how horrible the dream was he couldn't not go to work.
He had gone into the back to start mixing some ingredients. He was trying to let it not get to him but the moment he was alone it was all he could think about. One move of his arm when he wasn't paying attention and he dropped the bag of floor he was carrying.