I've got a worse scenario, one I can't get out of my head sometimes, Clete said. I wake up with it in the middle of the night. Some mornings, too. That's when it really gets bad. What does? The dream. I dream we're all dead. We fucked up while we were alive and now we're stacking time in a place where there're no answers, only questions that drive you crazy. I went to a shrink about it. What did he say? Nothing. I didn't give him a chance. He was one of the people in the dream. Enjoy the day we get, Streak. Being dead is a pile of shit.
Clete describes a haunting dream that plagues him, leaving him restless and troubled. He envisions a scenario where everyone is dead, trapped in a timeless purgatory filled with unanswerable questions that cause anguish. This nightmarish experience reflects his deep-seated fears and regrets about life and death, weighing heavily on his mind during quiet moments, particularly in the early hours of the morning.
He even sought help from a therapist but could not bring himself to share his pain, finding the therapist too closely linked to the nightmare. Clete’s reflections underscore a profound sense of existential dread, urging his friend Streak to cherish their time alive, as the alternative—death—is nothing short of unbearable.
