I wish you could be kissed Jane he said. Because I would beg just one off you. Under all this. He flailed an arm toward the stars.

His home was populated by things and creatures from Niall Lynchs dreams and his mother was just another one of them

The inside of the old Camaro smelled like asphalt and desire gasoline and dreams.

Adam was in the dream too he traced the tangled pattern of ink with his finger. He said Scio quid hoc est. As he traced it further and further down on the bare skin of Ronans back Ronan himself disappeared entirely and the tattoo got smaller and smaller. It was a Celtic knot the size of a wafer and then Adam who had become Kavinsky said Scio quid estis vos. He put the tattoo in his mouth and swallowed it.Ronan woke with a start ashamed and euphoric.The euphoria wore off long before the shame did.He was never sleeping again.

You dont have to do this Ronan said.There isnt anything else man.Theres reality.Kavinsky laughed the word. Reality Realitys what other people dream for you.Realitys where other people are Ronan replied. He stretched out his arms. Whats here K Nothing No oneJust us.There was a heavy understanding in that statement amplified by the dream. I know what you are Kavinsky had said.Thats not enough Ronan replied.