His face was white and he moved like a man in a nightmare.

Perhaps he'd even seen the whole thing in a nightmare.

I sat through the show like being in a nightmare.

Since then I have been living in a social nightmare.

In his first nightmare, they had seemed of one kind, but now.

Somebody had been saying much the same thing to him in his nightmare.

It was exactly like trying to move in a nightmare.

He can see everything, yet, as in a nightmare, nothing makes sense.

Why do I still see his face in my nightmares?

It was clearly not something he would have ever expected, or even thought about except maybe in a bad nightmare.