Saying that the dream was bad would be an understatement. Not sure if there were words on how the dream felt. Bad? Disorientating? Unbelievable? None of those words seemed to measure up to the way it felt to him.
“It was pretty bad,” he said focusing down at the ground.
It took him a moment to look up at Izzy. “I’m not sure what was happening. There was stitching all over my body. Like I had been in some accident but I didn’t remember how I got there,” he said absently.