i tried to write it all down. it was an adventure, even. where his friends kept crashing through windows, and he kept pulling them out, and taking the glass out of his own hands, and their faces and hair, all bloody. they protected and defended something, from the enemies. he woke up and saw the white wall yellow from the setting sun. there was still daylight left.
earlier his grandfather said to him, "you need to find the need and fill it."
he got up, groggy, and went out into it. it, i don't know what. but it's out there. for sure, it is.