"Wake up, Mommy." "It's just a dream." "It can't hurt you." "Wake up now." "It's okay, Molly." "It's okay." "What did you see?" "Back to bed now." "Okay?" "Sweet dreams, baby." "Classes start tomorrow, and in keeping with a personal tradition," "I intend to get undeniably and inexcusably inebriated tonight, but before I do, I would like to officially welcome our new housemate, Molly Duggan." "You guys have been so great." "Are you kidding?" "You did us a favor, and we were lucky to find somebody at the last minute... who can actually pay the rent." "And who doesn't have any allergies or cats." "Who does not presently participate in any 12-step programs." " And who doesn't like sports..." " Politics... or organized religion." " I mean, not that we're picky." " No." "Oh, whatever the reason, thanks." "Oh!" "So close to Nebraska, huh?" "You're a long way from home." "Well, actually, I was born here, but this was the only place that really felt like home." "Your turn." "Are your folks still there?" "No." "I was actually raised with my uncle and his new wife." "My mom died when I was eight." "I'm sorry." "What about your dad?" "He died before I was born." "Just my Mom and me." "So, to a new school year and new friends." "Don't you sleep?" "Not really." "See you tonight." "As many as 100 million people, nearly a third of the country, complain regularly about their sleep." "They can't fall asleep." "They can't stay asleep." "They can't wake up." "They're tired during the day." "For some, a sleep disorder can be the result of a breakdown... in the physiological or psychological processes... that begin once we fall asleep." "Insomnia, narcolepsy, sleep apnea." "In the past 20 years, we have come to recognize these... as medical conditions that require treatment, and yet, the more we study, the greater the mystery that surrounds them." "That's it for today." "See you next week." " Dr. Edmonds?" " Yes?" "My name's Molly Duggan." "I was wondering about..." "You posted a note on the Department bulletin and..." "You want to be my research assistant?" "Yes." "Come to my office." "We'll talk about it." "You were doing well in Nebraska." "Why transfer here for your senior year?" "I want to do my graduate work on the study and treatment of sleep disorders." "Your program is the best in the country." "I figured, with a year to prove myself," "I'd have a better chance at getting accepted... into your graduate program." "And why sleep disorders?" " Ma'am?" " Why?" "Why do you care?" "When someone sleeps, they cross into a different world... where the secrets of this world are locked away." "If we could unlock their minds, see what they see when they dream, maybe we'd have a better chance... of releasing them from their suffering, from what they fear most when they're awake." "Molly..." "Sorry, you don't know me." "My name's Silas Troid." "What do you want?" "I... saw you in the bar the other day." "Look, I have to get to my next class." "Okay, just..." "Molly..." "You have a remarkable gift." "Look, I have to go." "Okay, look, just..." "Just take my number." "I really..." "I really think we should talk." "Silas Troid?" "Yeah, he kept staring at me." "Really creepy." "You think he was waiting for me?" "Well, that's what they do, you know, to meet you." "They follow you around, find the right time." "Personally, I have to say, though, I'm impressed." "It's..." "A new job and a stalker, and it's only your first day." "Oh, I got to go, and I'll see you later, but just be careful." "Remember, you're not in Kansas anymore." "It's Nebraska." "You really don't sleep?" "Gavin, you scared the hell out of me." "What are you doing?" "I had a nightmare." "If you have it in the middle of the day?" "Anyway, I'm..." "I just haven't been able to get back to sleep since." "That's all." "You okay?" "Why don't you sleep?" "I don't know." "Ever since I was a kid, three or four hours, and I'm fine." "What do you do with all that extra time?" "What did you see in your nightmare?" "Mommy?" "Oh, I'm sorry." "I didn't mean..." "l-I was just... down in... the coffee room." "You want some?" "No, thanks." "Yeah, this... place freaks me out sometimes, too." "Yeah, it's kind of like being in a morgue, only, you know, they're not dead." "Rudy." "Rudy Blake." "I work the night shift most of the time." "Molly Duggan." "Right." "Right." "Dr. Edmonds said you'd be coming in this morning." "Wow..." "You're early." "Oh, it's the first day." "Right, so I guess I'm probably supposed to show you the ropes." "Yeah." "Ever work in a sleep lab before?" "No." "Okay..." "Heart, brain, breathing, blood pressure, chin muscle tone, eye muscle tone... and blood oxygen and two video cameras, but... you don't need to worry about those." " Ah." " We've got six sleeping rooms." "Patients come in, we monitor them overnight, do a PSG." "Polysomnogram?" "You know, we go inside, find the problem." "What's wrong with him?" "Ever hear of O.S. A?" "Obstructive Sleep Apnea." "Cool." "Wow, and smart." "Right, so..." "Mr. Spencer comes in about once a week, he's 43 years of age, in good health, no history of sleep disorders in his family, but every once in a while, in the middle of the night," " he just stops breathing." " Why?" "That's exactly what Dr. Edmonds wants to find out." "Now, what you do is, every morning, once a patient wakes up, you ask them a bunch of questions, okay?" "Exactly as they're written." "Just what's here." "Nothing else." "Okay." " It's very important." " Yeah, I understand." "Lots of brain wave activity." "He's drifting off into REM sleep." "See?" "Blood pressure's up." "Good muscle activity." "Heart rate accelerating." "What the heck?" " Wait, this isn't sleep apnea." " He's gone off the charts." "Someone needs to go in there and wake him up." "What's going on?" "He's going into cardiac arrest." "I got to call 911." "Mr. Spencer?" "Wake up, Mr. Spencer." "It's just a dream." "It can't hurt you." "Wake up, Mr. Spencer." "Please, wake up." "She... she's..." "She's coming to get you." "You don't need to hang around." "We have your statement." "Ms. Duggan?" "We'll give you a call if we have any more questions." "Don't go to class today, Molly." "Take some time." "Come see me tomorrow?" " Okay." " It'll be all right." "Molly..." "I need to talk to you about what happened in there." "Most people don't understand, but dreams are much more powerful than they realize, but you understand, don't you?" "You know that." "Stop following me." "Molly, what did he say to you in there?" "Molly!" "What did he say?" "Hey." "I'm meeting up with Gavin." "We're going back over to Murphy's." "Do you want to come with us?" "Not tonight." "I just want to stay home." "It must have been... really terrible watching that poor man die." "Hey, I'm going to give you my cell number so you call me if you need anything, okay?" "Thanks." "Do you... ever remember your dreams?" " Like, after you wake up?" " Sometimes." "Oh, you're taking that sleep class, right?" "Yeah." "I fall sometimes, in my dreams." "I hate those." "You know, I read somewhere that if you dream you die, you really will die if you don't wake up first." " Is that true?" " I don't know." "No." "Have fun." "I'll see you later." "Oh, Molly, I am sorry." "It hasn't stopped since yesterday." "The police, the university regents, the grant committee." "Look, Dr. Edmonds, I don't expect you to let me stay." "I assured everyone that Mr. Spencer had a heart attack... and, as tragic as that is, there's no one to blame." "Not the Center, not Rudy, least of all, you." "So I can keep working at the Center?" " If you like." " Thank you." "I am curious about one thing, though, Molly." "Rudy told me that... just before Mr. Spencer went into cardiac arrest, you told him... that his shortness of breath wasn't sleep apnea," "and then you tried to wake him." "My mother had a sleep disorder." "Some nights, she couldn't breathe, couldn't move." "I would wake her by talking to her." "Couldn't move?" "Sleep paralysis?" "I guess so, yeah." "Well, that must have been terrifying for you." "It happened a lot." "I got used to it." "Ah..." " How did she die?" " In a car accident." "She ran the car off the road." "The police think that she fell asleep behind the wheel." " Fell asleep?" " It was 4:00 in the morning." " And where were you?" " At home, in bed." "You were only eight, and she left you sleeping in the house alone?" " Had she ever done that before?" " No." " Where was she going?" " I don't know." "So you just woke up and she was gone?" "You know, I missed my classes yesterday." "I don't want to be late today." "Okay." "Bye, Molly." "Must be some book." "Oh, hi." "How long have you been here?" "Long enough to be completely charmed... by the way you play with your hair when you read." " That long, huh?" " What is it?" "Oh, it's just something for class." "So, your nightmare the other day?" " Oh, yeah." "It's very weird." " Tell me about that." "You don't believe in that "dreams are the road... to the unconscious" crap, do you?" "I don't know." "Maybe." "Besides, it didn't start off bad." "As a matter of fact, it started off pretty nice." "Oh, what do you mean?" "Well... you were there, and..." "I was there, and we both seemed to have this connection between us." "A connection, huh?" "It was almost telepathic, you know, how we understood each other, just what we wanted, what we needed." "And then all of a sudden, without any doubt or hesitation..." "You are so full of it." "I'm not lying." "Every word." "You dreamed about me?" "Aha." "Dreaming about me turned you into a zombie?" "No, no." "No, you were the best part." "And what was the bad part?" "I don't know." "It was kind of like someone was watching us, but, I mean, not us, not like that." "It was like someone was watching the dream, but not actually in the dream, you know?" "Like who?" "I don't know." "Just freaked me out the rest of the day." "You okay?" "Yeah." "I'll see you at the house." "Okay." "We'll generate a detailed sleep analysis and monitor your sleep." "You understand, Mrs. Pascalli, this first interview will help us get the information we need to determine further testing and treatment?" "Yes." "We'll be able to determine which treatment would be most beneficial for your individual needs, and the next step would be to have you spend some time here at the Center." "Molly..." "Molly?" "Mrs. Pascalli is ready to go through the sleep questionnaire with you now." "I'll check back with you later." "Hi." "Can they see my dreams?" "What?" "Here." "When I'm asleep." "No." "No one can see your dreams." "So I left Mrs. Pascalli's questionnaire on your desk." "Oh, thank you." "What do you think?" "She seems lonely and scared." "Her husband died about a year ago." "Her doctor said she began complaining about her sleep almost immediately." "Why did she wait so long to do something about it?" "Well, some people think that if there are no physical symptoms, then somehow their pain isn't real, whereas the truth is that treating an emotional wound is much more complicated and, the longer a person waits, the harder it is to heal." "I'll see you tomorrow." "That's a pretty tune." "It was my mother's." "For you." "Thought you'd like them." "They're beautiful." "If I said something today, you know, all that dream stuff," "I didn't mean to make you feel..." "Thank you." "You know... this probably isn't a good idea." "Right." "It could really complicate the whole house dynamics thing." "And it wouldn't be fair to..." "Carla." "No." "No, it wouldn't." " Carla's out, by the way." " Really?" "No!" "Stop it!" "Molly, wake up!" "Molly, wake up!" "Please, wake up!" "Hey, it's okay." "It's okay." "It's all right." "It's just a dream." "It's a bad dream, that's it." "Come here." "It's okay." "Damn it." "I overslept." "I have never overslept in my life." "Well, don't let it go to his head." "Don't worry." "Gavin didn't say anything." "He doesn't like to show it, but he does have some class." "These walls are like paper." "Yeah." "Look, I don't even know how it happened." "I know it sounds lame, but..." "Really bright, Molly." "Really smart." " Damn." " Molly?" "What are you doing here?" "I read it." "It's ludicrous." "Dr. Edmonds' feelings exactly." "You know, you take a bunch of fairy tales and you weave in this new-age crystal-gazing crap about spirits and astral projection without a shred of scientific evidence." "You expect anyone to believe it?" "What do you believe?" "Dreams are a chemical reaction of bodily fluids pumping through your brain stem." "We can monitor blood pressure, brain waves and a dozen other functions to know when someone's dreaming, but it's not the Public Access Channel." "You can't just know someone else's dream." "And... yet you're here." "You saw it, didn't you?" "What did I see?" "The nightmare." "I don't know." "Let's start with what you do know." "When you went into your mother's room, what did you see?" "She couldn't breathe, like... like someone was choking her." " Was she asleep or awake?" " Her eyes were open but every time I whispered to her, she always woke up." "Whispered?" "What did you say?" ""It's only a dream."" "You were only a child." "How could you possibly know that?" "Well, what else could it have been?" " Did you ask your mother that?" " She would never talk about it." "Except for once, and all she would say is that people in our family always had bad dreams." "Always?" "Yeah, like some families have blond hair, we have nightmares." "Now it's your turn." "You think that's what she meant?" "The nightmare that you had last night, this... this morning, were you asleep or awake?" "I was asleep." "Awake." "I..." "I watched myself sleep." "As if..." " somewhere in between?" " What?" "See, in other cultures, they believe that the Universe is alive on many levels, and for them, this world is just one reality, and beyond the edges of our world, there are many others," "full of spirits and... a consciousness that we're not normally aware of." "Normally?" "There's no clear division between the two worlds." "They... they overlap so, every once in a while, without us knowing it, we... we catch a glimpse of the other side." "And what does that have to do with me?" "Suppose... that Freud was wrong." "That dreams aren't a road to anything, but they're a door, a gateway to this other reality, so every time that we dream, we open that door." "Consider, Lincoln dreamed about his own assassination." "Coleridge took a nap and woke up with "Kubla Khan" already written." "Even Stevenson said that "Jekyll and Hyde" didn't exist until it came to him in a dream." "Those are stories." "They don't prove anything." "You want science?" "Want science?" "There's a man, he'd been a mute his entire life and he became so terrified in a dream that he screamed out in his sleep." "First sound that he'd ever made in his life." "It's real for him, Molly, just like it's real for you." "It was a dream." "It was a bad dream!" "You can't really believe that." "Yes, I do." "I have to go." "Molly, the... the patient at the clinic," "what did he say to you before he passed away?" "She was coming for me." "Is he talking about my mother?" "Is my mother coming for me?" "No." "It's not your mother, Molly, but he is right." "There is something coming for you" "and it means you great harm." "Would you say you slept better, worse or about the same as you do at home?" "With those wire thingees they put all over you?" "I was afraid to move." "I thought I'd get electrocuted." "The electrodes are completely safe." "Of course." "No offence, but what else are you going to say?" "Meanwhile, I'm the one who, all of a sudden, I can't catch my breath." " You had trouble breathing?" " Trouble?" "Please." "It was like a weight on my chest." "I thought I was having a stroke." "What did the attendant say?" "I didn't want to bother him." "You didn't call him?" "It went away." "I was fine." "Could you move?" "I already told you." "Those wires." "I must have gotten tangled up." "You people could kill somebody." "What did you see?" "Nothing." "Mrs. Pascalli..." "There is nothing wrong with me." "Please, you have to trust me." "I know what you want to write." "You want to put down how I see things." "You want to say that I'm crazy." "No, I'm trying to save you." "What was it?" "Don't come back here." "You are so busted." "Why?" "Waited outside your classes this morning." "You never showed." "I hope you got a good excuse, young lady." "Somebody didn't wake me up." "Nah." "You looked too peaceful." "I didn't have the heart." "Yeah, I didn't know nightmares could be contagious." "What?" "Well, you know, first me, then you." "I guess Carla's next." "Hey, listen, about last night," "I know we haven't known each other for very long, but I wanted to say that..." "Look, I have to go." "I have another class." "Yeah." "Me too." "Well, whatever." "There is nothing wrong with me." "Please, you have to trust me." "I want to save you." "Don't come back here." "Did you go through the whole debrief?" "I did." "She knew what she was supposed to do?" "Everything." "All right, go through all of the other DVDs." "Make sure we don't have any problem with anybody else." "Okay." "And don't say anything to the grant committee just yet." "She's still not in." "I'll tell her." "Yeah, okay." "Bye." "Fifth time." "Your Dr. Edmonds is not a happy camper." "I'll call her tomorrow." "Do you want to talk about it?" "You know, a new job and too much homework," "I'm basically turning into a raving lunatic." "So the usual." "Yeah." "My advice, cut yourself some slack." "You're under so much pressure." "You don't have to get everything right the first time." "School, work, sleeping with your housemate." "Relax." "He didn't say anything." "Gavin doesn't like to show it, but he does have a little bit of class." "It's the..." "Thin walls?" "Yeah." "How did you know I was going to say that?" " Wake up." " What?" "Wake up, Molly." "Molly, what the hell's going on?" "What's wrong?" " You're shaking." " There's somebody out there." "Wake up, Molly!" "Molly wake up, please!" "Somebody get me out of here!" "Help!" "Somebody get me out of here!" "Somebody get me out of here!" "Molly, wake up!" "Wake up, Molly!" "My God..." "Molly, wake up!" "Molly, you have to wake up!" "What's happening to me?" "You have to wake up now!" "I can't!" "Open the door!" "Silas!" "It was real." "You were there." "See, after I left school, I..." "I traveled all around the world." "Just to... get away from everything, you know?" "And one day I was hiking in..." "in a mountain in Turkey and I found myself in this tiny village and this old man, he..." "he stopped me and for some reason, he insisted that I stay for dinner" "At first, I thought he was just being friendly, but it turns out that he was the local shaman." " Do you know what that is?" " Like a holy man, a healer." "Yeah." "Well, I stayed for three years." "Why?" "Well, this old man... he knew with one... one look he knew that... that I could do it." "You know, if someone took the time to, to... to open me up to... to teach me." "Teach you what?" "See, for the shaman, there's no barrier between this world and... and the spirit world." "So he transcends his body in order to cross over and communicate with any spirit that might be able to help heal a person." "That's what I did tonight." "At least that's what I tried to do." " You came into my dream." " Not..." "No, no, not exactly." "Then what exactly?" " What's happening to me?" " Old as human history, you know." "I've just been studying it for three years." "I'm just scratching the surface, but..." "No, you were there or you weren't." "Like I tried to explain, yes, I crossed over, but not into your dream." "Into... another world, another reality." " Her reality." " Who?" "I don't know what else to call her." "I've never seen anything like it." "For some reason, your dreams opened up a door and she came through, and I don't think she's going to go back until..." "Until what?" "Until you're dead." "Molly." "He was worried about you." "Sorry." "I know things are a little tough for you right now, but... he likes you." "Try to let him down easy." "He's a good guy." "I've been trying to reach you." "I know." "I saw the tape of your conference with Mrs. Pascalli." "You are aware of how much she needed our help." "Why would you tell her not to come back?" "She was afraid." "Which is why she came to see us in the first place," " to stop being afraid." " You don't understand." "I do understand, Molly." "I understand that you were irresponsible and unprofessional, and, I'm sorry, under the circumstances, I can't let you return to the clinic." "Molly, when you first came to me, you were full of energy and passion but I see now that it was fear that brought you here, and not fear for the patients." "Fear for yourself." "I know that I can't imagine how frightening that must have been for you to wake up alone, abandoned by the one person that you thought you could trust, but you have been carrying that fear inside you for too long." "It is eating you up, and you can't help anyone else until you help yourself." "And in the meantime, I..." "I think you need to reconsider whether this program is right for you." "Do you remember Silas Troid?" "How do you know about Silas?" "I read his thesis, "Night Terror"." "Silas was..." "Silas was a brilliant young man and there was no limit to what he might have accomplished if..." "If he hadn't disagreed with you?" "What do you mean?" "That's why he left, isn't it?" "Molly, Silas was committed to a mental institution for over three years." "What?" "He was released just a few weeks ago." "What happened?" "He became obsessed with his theory that the dream state could be entered and explored." "He started experimenting with my patients at the clinic without my consent." "When I found out, I..." "I had to let him go." "Of course, I had to reject his thesis as well." "He suffered a complete nervous breakdown after that." "There was no choice but to have him committed." "He came to see me not very long ago, and I'm still very concerned about his state of mind." "Why did you lie to me?" "Would you have listened to me if I'd told you the truth?" " I guess we'll never know." " Molly, you're special." "The ability to cross over to the spirit world is usually directly related to a near-death experience, but you..." " Don't." " I had no one to teach me, no one to show me, but you... you have that ability naturally, instinctively." "I had to find out for myself." "I stopped eating, I stopped..." "I stopped talking." "I transcended my body." "Why don't you just leave me alone?" "Molly, my thoughts..." "My mind, it was... it was clearer than ever." "I told Dr. Edmonds." "She knew what I was doing, but she refused to take me seriously!" "She was right." "You are crazy." "You saw it." "You... you felt it." "It's real." "She's real." "I don't know what's real anymore." "Gavin..." "I don't get it." "It's like you're avoiding me or something, and I don't know why." "It's not you, believe me." "Well, then what is it?" "What's wrong?" "There's things going on that I don't even understand myself." "All I know is, I never meant to hurt you." "I'm sorry." "I like you, Molly, but I don't know what you want." "Can we just go for a walk?" "When I was growing up, I thought if I came back here, everything would just make sense." " So you weren't happy?" " No, it wasn't that." "It was like something was drawing me back." "Like a part of me was missing that I couldn't find anywhere else." "Well, did you find it?" "I think it found me." "Wait, you're telling me you haven't slept in two days?" " More or less." " Well, what's wrong?" "I keep having this dream." "It makes it pretty easy to stay awake." " I may never sleep again." " You want to talk about it?" "We were coming over for a study group." "When she didn't answer the door, we just went inside." "Oh, my God, it's Carla." "It should be me." "She wanted me." "Am I crazy?" "I don't think so." "Where are you going?" "I have to get away." "I have to keep her safe." "Sweet dreams, baby." "No!" "Stop it." "Stop it!" "Stay back!" "Let him go!" "Wake up, Molly!" "Wake up!" "Wake up, Molly!" "Silas, wake up." "Wake up." "Wake up!" "It's like she reached inside me, and..." "She opened my mind." " To show me." " To show you what?" "She killed your grandmother, Molly, and your mother." "Just like... just like she's trying to kill you." "What are you talking about?" "They died in their sleep." "I never told you that." "And they weren't the first." "For generations, women on your mother's side have gone to sleep and haven't woken up." "It's been going on for hundreds and hundreds of years, but for her, for her, it's like it was yesterday." "Why is she doing this?" "Revenge." "I don't understand." "She said that there was a time before... before science and reason blinded us there was a time that she could cross over between her world and ours." "She could cross over." "And it wasn't a question of belief, because people saw her." "They felt her." "She was real." " What is she?" " In Ireland they called her a Hag." "A Hag?" "But in the beginning she was good." "She sang these beautiful songs, these lullabies like... like a soft breeze." "And everybody loved her, especially the children." "But then one day, they... they followed her voice to the other side." "She took the children?" "Not on purpose." "No, she kept singing because she knew that they loved it but one day she took them too far and... they lost their way." "Like..." "lost in between?" "They lost their souls in her world." "So many children... gone." "Those grieving families." "There was a woman, a young mother, your mother 30 generations back" "and, in order to protect her infant daughter, she... she wove a curse of her own." "A curse?" "She locked the Hag away in her own world and never again was she able to cross over and steal a child with her song." "Yeah, but it didn't work." "I mean, she crossed over." "She was here." "But not here, not..." "She took the only door that was open to her, the... the last link between the two worlds." "Dreams." "Yeah... and from that time until now, she used the dreams as a revenge on your mother's line" " and now you." " Why did she tell you all of this?" "I think she was warning me to stay away or something." "But then there was something else." "What do you mean?" "There was something else that she didn't want me to know." "It was..." "I could feel it." "It was like a secret or something." "When the dream started, I could feel it." "I could feel her." "She found me." "She was here, in my home when I was a little girl." "She sang to me like she did the others." "Wanted me to follow her." "How did she know you'd come back here?" "We both knew it." "The song never stopped." "I had to come back." "You're not a child anymore." "She can't lure you away." "So, what, she'll kill me instead?" "I'm not going to let that happen." "I can't protect the people around me." "What?" "That's her secret." "You hold out long enough, she takes someone else." "It doesn't matter who it is." "She keeps taking until you give in." "That's why Carla died, and Mr. Spencer." "That's why my grandmother sent my mother away, why my mother left me in the middle of the night." "She's not going to stop." "How do I fight her?" "Molly..." "Show me what to do." "What you're asking for is impossible." "I have a nightmare trying to kill me." "That's impossible." "Molly, you can't just cross over." "It takes years to learn that." "For a true out-of-body experience, you must put yourself in a trance and be in a dream-like state where you remain lucid and in control of the events." "You told me I had the gift." "I don't need you to teach it to me," "I need you to show me how to use it." " Molly, it's too dangerous." " You did it." "I was crazy to do it, okay?" "I was wrong." "No, you were right." "She's too strong." "I don't want to end up like them." "At least help me put up a fight!" "Tell me how to survive in her world." "Tell me." "There are no barriers." "Worlds intertwine, fold together, each of them real." "Remove any obstacles from your mind." "Believe what you know is true." "The world is there." "It's not a dream." "Concentrate." "Use the candle to light your way." "Find the door." "Focus." "I can't." "Maybe I should try again." "I could try to get her to understand that..." "You want to reason with her?" "No, you should probably take a rest, Molly." "This isn't going to work, is it?" "She's going to kill me." "Look, what controls you now is your fear, not the Hag." "Silas." "Silas, wake up." "I don't want to fall asleep yet." "Oh, my God, no." "No, no, no, no, no." "Silas, don't let her do this." "Follow my voice, okay?" "It's just a dream." "Wake up." "You're safe." "It can't hurt you." "Silas, wake up." "Wake up." "Excuse me?" "Miss, I already explained." "No, I know." "Can't you just tell me how he's doing?" "I'm sorry." "But I brought him in." "You saw me." "Unless you're a member of the family..." "You don't understand." "I'm the only one that can help him." "How long has it been since you slept?" "Go home." "Get some rest." "ICU unit." "I'll get his file." " Is he all right?" " He's in a coma, Molly." " Can they help him?" " I don't know." "How did this happen?" "I've been having this nightmare and he tried to save me." "He came into my dream, only it wasn't a dream, it was real." "She waited till he fell asleep." "She tried to kill him." " Molly, please..." " You said it yourself, there's no limit to what he can do." "You read his thesis." "Didn't you think, even for once, that it might be possible?" "Molly, stop this." "I'm sorry." "I'm sorry, Molly." "I know you're upset." "She'll come back." "She'll come back and he'll die." "I'm worried about him too, about both of you." "That's why I want to help." "What?" "Molly, you're tired, you're scared." "Why don't you come with me, huh?" "We'll give you something to help you sleep." " No." " Molly, please." " You need some rest before you..." " Please, just... just don't." "Molly..." "Mom?" "Sweet dreams, baby." "Mom?" "Wake up, Mom!" "Wake up!" "This isn't real." "You can't hurt her because she's already dead and you killed her!" "Mom?" "Sing something else." "I can't come with you." "Mommy!" " Mommy, where are you?" " Wait!" "Don't leave her!" "She's afraid!" "She doesn't understand!" "Mommy!" "Mommy!" "It's not her." "This is not my mother!" "Silas..." "I can't do this." "I tried." "I'm sorry." "I'm not strong enough." "I have to go away somewhere where she can't find me." "I wish I was stronger." "Molly." "That was my mother's." "I'm really sorry." "What are you doing?" "Here, let me get something." "No, no, that's okay." "I'm awake." " Why don't you sit down?" " No, no, I have to go." " Molly, where are you going?" " It doesn't matter." "Well, it does to me." "That's why I have to leave." "She'll come and find you too." "Come on, you bitch." "This is how you killed my mother." "Gavin?" "You can't have him!" "Leave him alone!" "Gavin, wake up." "This is just a dream, it can't hurt you." "Wake up, Gavin." "It's just a dream." "Gavin, listen to my voice." "Wake up." "Please wake up." "He's hurt." " You're not real." " I'm scared." " You're not real." " There's a monster." "I can feel her." " What?" " She's watching." "She hates us." "She wants to kill us." " I know." " Mommy's gone!" "Don't cry." "Where did she go?" "Why did she leave?" "She left because she wanted to protect you." "She wanted you to be safe." "Gavin." "He's all right now?" " I think so." " Is she gone?" "No." " No, she's not gone." " I'm scared." "Me too." "Not nearly enough." "Molly, she'll never stop!" "As long as she can cross over, you'll never be safe!" "Molly, you're stronger than her!" "She knows that!" "That's what she didn't want me to know!" "You have the power( to send her back!" "Your fear is her strength!" "She feeds on it!" "But Molly, she fears you, too!" "That's why she has to kill you!" "You're the only one who can send her back!" " Silas!" " I tried!" "I wasn't strong enough!" "You'll have to do it!" "I can't!" "Fight through your fear!" "Send her back!" "Okay, clear?" " Nothing." "Charge to 300." " Charging." "Clear." "Still nothing." " All right, another 2cc's push." " Let's move." " Sweet dreams, baby." " Stop it!" "Please let me go!" "It's just a dream." "It can't hurt you!" "Please let me go!" "I'm not afraid of you." "It's just a dream." "It can't hurt you." "Sweet dreams, baby." "Hey." "Hey, yourself." "It's good to have you back." "It's good to be back." "I couldn't have done this without you." "I was just... pointing you in the right direction." "You did it." "Get some rest." "I'll see you tomorrow." "He's going to be just fine." "You all right?" " Yeah." "I think I'm going to stay." " Really?" "I want to finish my Master's." "Okay, so your mother's music box saved you?" "It gave me the courage to save myself." "When was the last time you got any sleep?" "Actually, I've been dreaming a lot lately." "Really?" "Mm-hmm." "And... you're always there." "It would be really good to find a new place to live."