Bad dreams

For every one of the last five nights I've had bad dreams.  I know, pity me!  Once (just once, thankfully!) I woke myself up by screaming.  Fortunately, Abstract happened to be already awake but I still gave him a bit of a shock.

I've dreamed about zombies (partly my own fault for reading the excellent Rot and Ruin before going to sleep), I've dreamed about people being nasty to me, I've dreamed about cleaning kitchen worktops (???), and one night I managed to dream all of the following:

Getting an email from Samhain listing the tasks that are not being completed in a timely fashion, and nearly all of them were things that are my responsibility.
Getting an email from my agent with cut & pasted comments from all the publishers who didn't contract Linked, tearing to pieces everything from plot to pace to the number of sentences I began with "If".
Being stuck on some kind of holiday with a whole bunch of bikini-ed women my own age, all of whom had absolutely perfect, totally flawless bodies.
Abstract insisting on telling me about all the people he wished he'd had sex with before we got married, and being surprised and irritated when I objected.

It's quite something to have most of your insecurities revealed in one night!