âSo there wonât be anyone around if you need help. We couldnât even hear you, in the night. No one could. No one lives any nearer than the town. No one else will come any nearer than that. In the night. In the dark,â
And thatâs when nightmares come for us. When weâre asleep and defenseless and alone - in the night - in the dark, or as Stephen King wrote, âWhen the moon is down and the hour is none.â
I know a lot about nightmares. I suppose we all do, but rarely do we talk about them. Theyâre just dreams after all. Theyâre not real. Theyâre not the stuff of small talk among friends over beers at a bar or sipping lattes at a Starbucks. If you tell anyone a dream youâve had that ends with, âand when I looked back ... its eyes were full of blood,â the conversation will stop dead. Guaranteed.




Welcome, President Trump, to the infuriating, indecipherable game of North Korean nuclear diplomacy.






























