[ Part of Alan wants to just lie down again next to Jesse and pull her in, forgetting about the harrowing images he saw in his dream. Was it a dream, or was it a nightmare? To him, "nightmare" seems more accurate. Whatever it was, he just wants to be next to Jesse and focus on her and not on the recollection that he was all but tricked into writing a story he didn't want to write.

But even that's complicated, because he wanted to save Alice, didn't he? He shakes his head once; Barbara had him so confused that he didn't even really know which way was up. ]

A dream. A nightmare. Maybe a dream that became a nightmare. I don't know what you'd call it, but- but I remember more now. Somehow, the dream helped me remember.

[ But even though he can remember the details, he feels as though he has to desperately hold onto those details or they'll start to slip away from him. ]

I didn't wake you up, did I?