Horrible, horrible nightmares last night. The first one actually woke me up. As in, my body was so desperate to not be in the dream anymore that I forced myself awake. I had to turn my light on like a four-year-old. It was before 5am, but I was so sleepy I couldn't keep my eyes open. So I fell back asleep and dreamed of a non-cartoon Scooby Doo who ATE OFF MY FACE. As it was happening, I was trying to get someone to kill me I was in so much agony. But I couldn't talk or see or hear because he ATE OFF MY FACE. Then I healed and turned into a faceless Christina Aguilera and was trying to find ways to die. I didn't want to live anymore. Eventually I was able to grab an extra shot of morphine from my nurse and inject it into my leg. Then I woke up. Still incredibly tired, but there's no way I was going to try to fall asleep again.