Carl gasped in terror as he woke up.

The visions, they were so terrible that he needed to confide in someone. Someone like Flynn, whom he adored. He grabbed his phone and typed a message, before it rang. Guess Flynn was up and ready for a talk.

"It's 3 am you fat bastard. What do you want?"

"D-did you read the message?"

"Yeah, that you had a nightmare that we fucked as cubs and I dommed your ass."

"Exactly. Crazy dream, uh?"

"Except it wasn't a dream, it fucking happened, goldfish brain."

Carl was horrorfied.

"Well, goodnight."

And Carl was alone with the horrid realisation.