I woke up at 5:15am shaking (and surprisingly not screaming) at the conclusion of a vivid mini-series occurring in the depths of my brain. I won't go into the details, but it was a freakishly realistic dream involving the kid - even so, it stayed related to my periodic spy film/sci-fi dreams. I tend to forget 99% of my dreams, so why does this one have to stick with me? Blech.
Now that I'm writing this, I wonder if it's related to taking a sleeping pill last night. Either that, or Mom took hallucinogens while she was pregnant with me.
To make myself feel better, I googled "nightmares":
