“Nightmares are lessons,” his mother Aurora had told him once. “They feel wrong because you know what’s right.” “Nightmares are bitches,” his father, Niall, had told him once. “Let them smile at you, boy, but do not get their numbers.” “Nightmares are chemical,” his boyfriend, Adam, had told him once. “Inappropriate adrenaline response to stimulus, possibly related to trauma.” “Talk dirty to me,” Ronan had replied.
