Sleep

I had a particularly bad night. The dreams were horrible, and I remember waking up twice and taking ages to fall asleep afterwards. In one dream I was somewhere I really don't want to be, in a back room at the piano. I was unable to play and sat there with my eyes closed, hearing people I don't want to see, talking in the front room. Someone I know in real life, although not very well, came and led me outside via the front room. I had a fit outside, and the last thing I remember is coming round (in my dream, that is). I got up at half past six this morning.