They wouId wake up in the night,
curIed in the corner. . .
. . .screaming, cIawing at the waLLs.
Because when these chlldren
cIosed their eyes at night. . .
. . .they dreamt onIy of murder
over and over, one after the other.
It didn't take for us Iong to reaLlze
that the reaI nightmare was. . .
. . .that these dreams were about to come
true, these murders were happening.
Minority Report.
We are the all Singing, all Dancing Crap of the World.