This chapter is actually a reinterpretation of the short story that started it all. A story I titled “In Loving Memory of Brannon Braga” (no, he wasn’t dead at the time, and I’m pretty sure he still isn’t).
I got the inspiration when flipping through channels (remember when that was a thing?) and the conversations all seemed to blend into each other in a surreal way. It felt like something Braga would write for a Star Trek episode where reality is falling apart.
In this case, Dexter’s reality actually is.
