You know that one dream I had? When I was about 12, I'd regularly dream of one thing in particular. I'm standing in complete darkness, and I have a knife in my hands. But then I notice something. My arms are hollow. They're cut from the inside or my arms, wrist to armpit. And this whole space is filled with dust and dirt. And I clean it out with the knife. It tickles. But I keep going. And when I'm almost done, I wake up. I wake up as if I'm clean. As if I'm clean. I wake up.