Blah, mark 2

Nightmares, all night. Not the scary ones, the soul-killing ones. The ones where the people you care about laugh at you, you fail in work, in school, and in life. Ending up with an excruciatingly long dream about the RPG session from hell, with a psycho GM who kept screaming about having a contract, and it being a federal crime to walk out of the session.

Which was, by the way, about the planet Near, a bottleneck for an alien invasion where most of the Malakite supply had been sent to fight them off. Don't ask me, I just live here.