No rest for the wicked

[derien]

Didn't sleep well. Worried about Mom, wondering what decisions I could have made differently, etc, and then people kept wandering by our window laughing or arguing, and it seemed doors kept being slammed. I think I dreamed that one of the girls upstairs was murdered by her boyfriend, I know I dreamed that the house burned down and that I was a military person set as a special handler to someone who'd been a rebel in a recent civil war, although I couldn't figure out exactly why they wanted him in our unit. I had a suspicion they were trying to smoke out other potential rebels, particularly among the people they assigned as handlers, since my sympathies were with the rebels.

I hate how dream and real life can get so blurred when sleep is broken up. I'm glad to be awake right now. (I hope I really am.)