His turn to dream now, her turn to promise, or do they just share the jobs?

It's dark, but for some reason I can see everything, things I used to not be able to see, I tell myself that I could get hurt, very much, and severely, but I am calm, the cement floor is cold on my back, and it hurts, I tell myself to stand up, for it won't hurt as much, but I feel comforted, like a nice, warm bed. I fall asleep, but I don't want to, I'm not even tired.

I wake up, to cold drops of rain coming down from the ceiling...I hear voices, and soon I see a light shine through a door, I get up as fast as I can, all the blood rushes down from my head and I feel dizzy. I sense a new presence, and soon I hear crying, no, not crying, screaming, and banging on the walls, it's so loud, his pain is so loud.

The screaming and crying went on for hours and hours as I lay on the cement floor, it dies down and I say, "Please, please stop." I noticed I am also crying. "I can't!" he screams and cries even more.

Why am I holding my own hand?