"I'm not napping," Sunshine says, in complete agreement with Gus on this one. Even if she felt remotely safe (which she doesn't, really, despite the sudden proliferation of weapon-wielding hardasses in her immediate vicinity), it's going to be a long damn time before she's able to sleep.

It hasn't even occurred to her that she's dreaming. Maybe because since she came through the rift, this brand of carthaginian madness has started seeming a lot more plausible. Vampires who can pass, rabbits out of nowhere, why the hell shouldn't there be dinosaurs? Ugh.