Laura's brow furrows in confusion and she has to wonder if this is actually her head or someone else's because what dream acts like you're the one intruding?

"This is my dream." Such conviction, like she needs to make herself believe it too. "Why are you here?"

This is my dream right? She asks the static in her mind. It's met with more of the same and she doesn't freak out. This isn't the worst thing that could be happening.