Prologue:

Did you see that thing?
Leaves blown all over it.
I hope we're there soon. Yeah.
Can we please change the station?

This crap is hurting my ears...
I feel like I'm forgetting something. I just know I forgot something.
I hate it when I feel like this.
Sometimes the dreams come and ask me questions. I have no idea what to tell them, though.
I have no clue. I am not even sure if I understand their questions.

[continue]