Sam's essay:
My dreams aren't dreams. They're nightmares. I see him dying in my arms. Him leaving and never coming back. Him dying and there is no way for me to reach him. Horrible nightmares that keep me up until I know that he's safe. I see him bleeding out in an alley somewhere and I don't even know he needs help. Him calling for help and not being able to help him. Him rejecting me. My dreams are not normal but they are what I dream about