"They make you feel things?" Tim straightens abruptly, brow furrowing in concern. Things like - what kinds of things? Things nestled in his head that don't belong? Cause, well, fuck, he's had just about enough of those. And not to mention the thing or things currently already in his head -

Fuck. He fucking knew these dreams would be bad news.

"How do you stop them?" he asks, a little too sharply given his earlier lax attitude about the whole thing. "I mean, can you just, like, wake up?"