It was so bad, it actually woke me up. I lay there shivering in a cold sweat.
No monsters, no huge roaches, no violence though. Here's a peek into my nerdy soul.
I dreamt that my legal writing closed memo which is due next week was late. There was driving and chocolate involved (and Jenny was there), and a remembrance that if I turn in my paper later it will drop dramatically in grade.
The terror, the horror.
Dayton's worst nightmare, the one that wakes him up, is reliving when rebels killed his father, took away his mother, burned the houses down. Or when he witnessed hundreds of people trapped in a warehouse and burned alive, their screams still haunt him, and there was no way he and others could get them out.
Has my life really been so easy?
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Well, sorry for my part preventing you from turning in your work. Were we, by chance, at Cafe du Monde?
By the way, it doesn't seem very helpful to compare your worries to Dayton's--I think you're being way too hard on yourself. Feel the pain, girlfriend!
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