Relax. You're quite safe here.
Am I dreaming?
No. Where am I?
In bed. What am I doing?
Talking to myself.
Look, I must have a star on my door.
Or better still.
A door? A door?
Swing doors, huh?
Okay doors.
Swing.
Swing.
Swing.
Now I know I'm dreaming.
How do I get to sleep?
I'll count those bars on the window.
One, two, three, sleep.
Paranoia. Paranoia. Paranoia.
How do I get to sleep?
Please let me sleep.
Poetry. That'll work.
Come sweet slumber and shroud me in thy purple cloak.
Doesn't even rhyme.
Is that my tea's made?
Paranoia. Paranoia.
I can't stand tea.
Tea.
Tea.
Paranoia. Paranoia. Paranoia.
Paranoia. Paranoia. Paranoia.
Paranoia. Paranoia. Paranoia.
Paranoia. Paranoia. Paranoia.
Paranoia. Paranoia. Paranoia.
Paranoia. Paranoia. Paranoia.
That'd be Harry's art club.
How do I get to sleep?
Trust me.
Trust me.
Trust me.
Trust me.
Trust me.