[Beckett gives a dry-throat chuckle, as if that takes the edge of what he just knows he'll find himself saying next.] When one of my kind finds themselves dreaming, you can know something's gone... very wrong. It's rarely a harmless exercise in the subconscious. And here, of course...

[He remembers his first real nightmares - nightmares that were just that, the writhing of a traumatised mind. They weren't much better for the lack of metaphysical context.]

But you wanted to say god. What were you, to him? To challenge him?