This morning, I woke up at nine am and went swimming. It was all lovely and nice and quiet and -freezing-. I love living by the beach. On Thursday, I spent most of the night and until about 2 pm in the afternoon having the most awful nightmare that I've had since I was about five. I've got bruises all up my thigh from where I threw myself against the wall trying to wake myself up. And I woke up screaming and shaking and sweating. It was awful, and the worst thing was that the whole nightmare was about me trying to -escape- from the nightmare. Which is worse.