What am I going to do? I came back to a nightmare.

Why does the mind do such things? Turn on us, rend us, dig the claws in. If you get hungry enough, they say, you start eating your own heart. Maybe it's much the same.

A nightmare is two bassists on stage.

I'm saying to myself, 'This has got to be a nightmare,'

This was a nightmare scenario for any bodyguard: stuck in the middle of a transparent tube, several miles underwater, with a murdering band of fugitives at one end and an enthralled but still highly skilled police officer at the other.

I'm not sure if my dream is a dream, or a nightmare.