But you don't remember falling asleep...

You open your eyes groggily. That was the worst dream ever. A dream inside a dream inside a dream - you really hope that never happens again. You're not even a reporter, for fuck's sake! You fume for several more seconds, then reach over and turn off the alarm that woke you up in the first place. You wipe a hand across your face, then sit up and get out of bed.

Your name is John Strider, and you're having a terrible morning.

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