It's cold and dark, and you know you'll have to get up soon for the next day's work.

So I rub my head.

Um, I decide I'd rather get up than risk experiencing that again.

I'm definitely shaking a bit.

I'm like, "Davey."

"What? What's going on?"

"I had, um, I had a nightmare.

Uh, probably, um, quite different, I guess, than, uh, what you were ex- describing before.