I have a standard nightmare scenario. Not the nightmare itself, but how to bring one about. Wake up with the cats at four something, force myself to go back to sleep for an unpleasant, not really restful nightmare ninety minutes. The difference today was waking up and thinking, oh, what a bad nightmare. Thank goodness I’m awake. Only, not really. Because reality is a lot scarier than any haunted house nightmare. At the very least, the haunted house nightmare is a limited number of people affected. Reality. Well.