There's a new definition to the term 'waking nightmare' for me.

It's those nightmares that you fear so much, even though you know as it unfolds that it's only a dream, you still believe it.

When the cold light of morning doesn't comfort like it usually does, but starkly reminds you that what you dreamed could be true.

Strange how it always seems dreams definitely never turn out true, but nightmares certainly will.

Maybe Freud had a point after all, minus all the sexual references. I've never understood how a guy so hung up on sex could gain so much recognition. Maybe we're all just shocked by his obsessions. Shocked enough to know his work, even if we think he's a loony.

He would be the cleverest loony of them all then.