“I had a dream last night, and I was a guy with a really big hand, and I was a superhero. And I had to keep buying alarm clocks because I broke mine every morning with my big hand. And, you know how when you wake up you're all excited to use or do what you had in your dream, and then you remember that you don't have it, and you want to kill yourself? Well, the next morning, I slammed my hand down on the alarm clock, to break it like I did every morning. But my hand bounced off it, and it hit me in the face, and I fell off the bed and I banged my head off the side of the night table. And then the alarm clock bounced off my head and my head pushed the OFF button so the alarm clock turned off.”

Ten minutes later….

Cole taps my shoulder. “It hurt!”