The thing about lucid dreaming is, you’re playing a game against yourself. Against the inner workings of your own twisted mind.

My friends always said I was my own worst enemy. It’s true. I am. I see it all around me.

It’s chilling to be both the predator and the prey. But when you hunt yourself, who do you root for?

I want nothing more than to stay in Baylor, but to win this fight, I’d have to let myself die.

★★★★★

"A dark psychological fantasy dive into the mind’s ability to create and control" --PT