A darkened chapel. A leather-clad villain holds his victim by the throat, ready to slit her open. Another man creeps closer, gaze steady, voice intent, trying to talk him out of it. Finally the rescuer urges:
“You can choose to hide in your nightmares. Or you can choose to wake up.”
The screen flickers as I pause the recording. I know I will rewind and re-watch. For the rescuer’s words came as if addressed to me.
Not that I’m intent on murder. But I am familiar with nightmare.
