 But at least I'm facing you. Try that in a nightmare. Next time you're being chased by something in a nightmare, turn around and look right at the thing chasing you. And then as it kills you and devours you, which is causing a real-life fatal heart attack, you go, what do you want from me? Fear? Because you're just a part of me, crazy monster in my dream. What do you want from me? Face it. Oh, that's, I must be, am I biting my own arm in real life?