his throat burned and blood spilled out from his wrist, his sharp cry entangled with someone else's horrendous laugh. 
tears were mixed with sweat as his shriek resounded into the night's air. 

and he woke up.

it's one thing to dream, it's another to daydream; it's one thing to be awake, it's another to be asleep.
and when they collide, it's something else entirely.