"The fucked up thing is the idea that someone else could stumble on something that's not just familiar to you, but also personal," he points out, leaning back a little and considering. Having random books from his personal library might not be so bad for Daniel, but what if he had something like a diary that ended up in here and someone could read it.

"That, um, that actually happened with me and Johnny," he adds, suddenly remembering another dream. "There was this one room in a dream that was just filled with all these pages from a book he wrote. A very, um.. Well, private book, I guess. I accidentally read some of it."

...He's not sure if the direction of this conversation is actually helping anything.