Last night I had an even worse dream. It was about Blink, my dog, and when I woke up I couldn't shake the horrible image,which I don't even want to write about, because it will make me think about it more. It took me a long time to get back to sleep, and even then I had to go find Blink in the dark and pet him and reassure myself he was okay. (He was.)
I'm less sane today than I was yesterday as a result of that dream. I'm glad these sorts of nightmares happen so infrequently, or I'd have a serious problem. I'm exhausted today, but the last thing I want to do is go back to sleep.