You kids have fun.
I'll be in my reading room if you need me.
Which room is her reading room?
Leave Mommy alone.
She isn't feeling good lately.
I mean, it-- it was the twins.
I know it.
I don't know how I know it, but I...
I mean, they were adults,
so I didn't recognize them right away, but
the more I looked,
the more I knew.
It was Nellie.
What a horrible dream.
And clearly you dozed off while you were reading.
It was a terrible dream.
You know, I've been...
My headaches are almost constant
my dreams are so vivid.
You know those dreams that feel more real than life?
I think maybe...
Well, both of us have been feeling a little loopy lately.
I still can't believe I did this.
It hurts like a bitch.
I just feel so stupid, you know?
I don't know if it's the...
the mold or the chemicals, the noise down there,
I just-- I spaced.
You know, I can't believe I didn't look.
You thought it was unplugged.
I mean, it was supposed to be unplugged.
I may have put too much on poor Stevie.
He's tough, he can handle it.
Honey, someone's in the house.
Well, come on.
Shake a leg.
I love what you did with the room.
It was a dressing room for me.
Then a nursery.
I'm dreaming, aren't I?
'Course you are.
I'm a dream, and so are you, and so are we.
You are a looker, aren't you?
A real tomato. Willie's going to just love you.
And this room,
I'd swear I could almost hear the sounds of the city.
God, I miss the sounds of the city.
The car horns always made me laugh.
Well, Momma, excuse me for saying,
but you're just beat, aren't you?
You want to talk about it?
I'm not sure that I do.
It's your dream.
I had one crib about here, I think.
I painted little boats on it, blue boats,
so he'd float off to sleep and dream of blue water.
Painted it myself, and he was so happy in that crib,
and it broke me, just broke me, to see it empty.
You try and try and keep them safe.
All you can do, really, but it's hard, isn't it?
And you can't keep them safe forever.
Losing a child.
Do you think there's a thing worse than that?
I don't think there's anything worse than that.
I don't think there could be.
I had a dream,
a few nights ago,
during the storm, that I lost my little girl.
I couldn't find her anywhere.
And it felt so real.
I dreamed I lost my little girl once.
I dreamed that she was choking on her own body for no reason.
Just trying for air like the room was underwater,
and shaking like she was in the hot squat,
and I dreamed I held her little hand and sat at her side,
and days, it took days, weeks, it took weeks
for her to quit gulping that watery air,
quit gaping at me like a fish on the beach,
but finally she did.
She breathed, ragged and hard,
and she went stiff, and one of her eyes turned red as blood,
and she'd shake, she'd shake so bad the bed would shake,
and when she started shaking, it went fast.
And my boy...
I once dreamed his little legs
stopped working, they just...
stopped one day... and he couldn't walk
and he couldn't stand and he couldn't speak
and then he couldn't do anything but cry.
Cry and bang on the walls.
Bang on the walls for help and bang on the walls for Momma
and just bang, bang, bang, bang,
and he couldn't even see.
In the end, he couldn't see me there with him,
and then he stopped banging, he stopped crying,
he stopped it all once he died.
I held him so long that he went cold in my arms.
But that was just a dream.
Just a dream.
The worst dream.
A screaming meemie.
But then I woke up.
And they were safe in their beds.
They're perfect, aren't they?
They're the elephant's eyebrows, those two.
And I bet you'd do anything for them.
Ain't that so?
So what if...
they was having a dream?
I mean, bad ones.
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