Why I'm Up At 3:30 In The Morning
Did you ever have nightmares so intense they coloured your whole next day? That was me on Wednesday night. I'd call them night terrors, but when I woke my throat was too dry to scream bloody murder. My dreams were stark terror alternating with deep shame and boiling frustration. Several times I bolted upright in bed, clammy all over but my whole mouth sandpaper dry. All day Thursday sat under the oppressive cloak of remembered dreams and was useless as a day.
And I swear that after all of that I have no desire to go to sleep. None at all. I generally remember my dreams. I'm still harrowed by the last ones. I don't want to sign on for another tour of duty.