An Insomniac's Nightmare

Jack:
Have you ever had insomnia? If you have, what I'm about to say won't seem all that strange. But if not... well, we'll see.

Jack:
Every sound is magnified. Every shadow you see on the wall might come to life at any moment. A shattered bottle five blocks away might be someone breaking into your house. It's paranoia.

Jack:
It's not just hallucinations any more. It's much, much worse. But you can't move, because you can't wake up, because you're not even dreaming yet.

Jack:
Another psychotic episode. How strange. And yet how absurdly expected.

Jack:
Now that was weird.

Jack:
That guy loved the feeling of air and speed. Then one day he went parasailing in a thunderstorm and that was the end of that. They didn't even need to cremate him.

Jack:
So that's where Goldilocks in the park came from...

Lonnie:
Oh, come on, Jack, lighten up! You're supposed to be happy to see me!

Jack:
You're supposed to be dead!

Lonnie:
Yeah, I know, it's a goddamn tragedy.

Jack:
It needs to stop. But how do you draw the line and take control when you're the one driving yourself over the edge?

The Girl:
Shh. Don't say it. Don't ever say it!

Jack:
Why not? Why can't I say it?

The Girl:
Because truth is hell.

The Girl:
[singing] Life is but a dream... Isn't that right, Jack?

Lonnie:
[brandishes butcher knife] Don't get too close!

Jack:
Why do you have a knife?

Lonnie:
I dunno, this is your nightmare.

Jack:
Put it down!

Lonnie:
I can't do that.

Jack:
Why not?

Lonnie:
Because then it wouldn't be scary any more and you just might wake up.