It's a nickname. I think. Pretty sure. Honestly, dream me ain't paid much attention. He's the asshole who cuffed my brother to the pipe in Atlanta and I ain't seen Merle sense. Still don't know, might never know, if he's alive.
I got no injuries. Just a bit of dirt and grime. We got our cell block clear and secure. We got keys and one thing a prison ain't lacking is doors that lock. We're safer there than out under the stars.