I see what I dream.

The doc says it's all in my head. So did Dad.

I know you looked through the Temporal Lobe, even though she told you not to. I figure you found out that that lobe's piece of the code wasn't actually all the way at the bottom, so you had to skim through the memories in order to find out what it was.

Oh yeah, speaking of which, I'm supposed to tell you that the solution is all-caps. I know you could probably figure that out yourself, but it's probably convenient to know.

When Charlotte was in a coma, I was wide awake the whole time. I took her on a two-year journey through things she'd never seen, and a few more she'd never wanted to see.
Actually, it was just like her everyday life. She had so many hallucinations during daily life that a dream would never be too different.

Hum, that's one thing the Temporal Lobe didn't tell you. A lot of her memories are distorted. Some are falsified completely. I can tell you now, she didn't cannibalize Kai.

Well... Not his whole body. She ate his finger as a scare tactic to keep him in line.
Not as disturbing as the hippocampus said it was, huh?

I injected so much of myself into her memories. Everything she remembers is just a half-truth.
The following is true, though: Her parents are dead, she... did what she did to Allister and Kai. Her programming skills were on a level rivalling Terry Davis himself.

But the gruesome details are all exaggerations.

Or maybe they weren't.

Maybe I'm the liar.

Maybe every memory is exactly what she thought it was.

Maybe every memory is just a dream she forgot to forget.

Dreams are always inconsistent. One second, you're talking about cut fingers, and the next, you're making jokes about pirates and their favourite letter.