"It's a dream, okay?" says Johnny, his tone taking on a defensive, ruthless edge, because even when he knows he's a monster he can't stop fighting against that impression, pretending he's totally fucking justified in every fucked up thing he does because mommy left or whatever. "None of this matters. They aren't real things, and if it was a dreamer, well, I would have given them a quick exit."

Yeah. That makes it okay.

It absolutely doesn't say anything about you. Where your fucking priorities really lie.

Cause it's not like a normal dream where you can just hide behind 'my subconscious did it'.

This is you, Johnny.